Page 25 of Roughing the Player
“Come in.”
“Hey, Jimmy.”
He squints at me over his computer. “Brock. What can I do for you?”
“I just got the keys to my new place.” I dangle them from my fingers. “Any chance I could go there tonight and check things out?”
He frowns. “Couldn’t it wait? You’ll be released on Saturday. That’s only two days away.”
“I have some exotic fish. Want to make sure they made it okay.”
He removes his glasses and squints at me as he cleans them. “Never would have taken you for an aquarium fish kind of guy.”
“I lived in San Diego. You learn to love them.” I flash him my most honest grin.
“Oh?” He slides his glasses back on. “What are they?”
“Candy Basletts.”
A grin pops up on his lips. “Sounds like stripper names.”
I bark out a laugh.
“I suppose it would be okay. Just be back before eleven. Once the gates are locked, nobody gets in or out. And anybody missing at curfew gets fined $5,000.”
“Got it. Thanks, Jimmy. I really appreciate it.”
I don’t own any damn fish. But then—-Jimmy doesn’t need to know that.
