McKenzie met him at the airport. She was a redhead this time, pale skin, green eyes, dressed in something very expensive but form fitting. When she talked to him, she even had an Irish accent. Thicker than her normal one. “David. I’m ready to go, I just wanted to thank you for everything.”

“Don’t thank me, McKenzie.” He said. “You did your job well.”

“I never worked like this before. Thirty million dollars in two months? David, honey, I’m never ...