Blood Money by James Grippando

Author:James Grippando
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Thrillers, Suspense, Legal, Fiction
ISBN: 9780062109842
Publisher: Harper
Published: 2013-01-08T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

Dealing with John Portman had drained Susan emotionally. She finally gave into the feeling of exhaustion She kept worrying about having involved innocent people in what was turning out to be a potentially dangerous situation. The project was in the “eleventh hour,” which for her was always the time when the adrenaline started pumping, adding to her edginess. She closed her eyes and tried to center herself, but she was too hyped-up to go there.

Around four o’clock, she made the decision to go home early to jog. Earlier that morning, when Susan returned home from her computer room, she had set her alarm for six, determined to stick to her usual routine, but her heart wasn’t in it. Maybe a run would be different. She got into her car and drove directly home. She parked her car in the garage, closed the garage door and walked down the driveway to pick up her mail. She stood at the mail box for a minute while she made a quick scan through a stack of envelopes and ads. When she entered the house, she laid the mail and her handbag on a small table in the hallway and went directly to the bedroom to change. She didn’t want anything to delay her from the three-mile run she felt she needed. It took her only a few minutes to change into her running gear, get a bottle of water from the refrigerator and start out for the running path. As Susan ran, she went over the events of the day. She was mostly satisfied with the way she handled things with Portman, although she wished that she had not provoked him as much as she did. Nothing was gained by that. It was just that he was so arrogant, so cocksure of himself. Unfortunately, the truth of the matter was that he was right. She was the guilty party. What she really hated most of all was the fact that he was on to her. In a classic “cat and mouse” game, she was the mouse and she was trapped in the corner. However, in the cartoons, the mouse usually got away. She felt certain that that would be the case here, too. Then her mind moved to how they discovered what she had done. What a fluke it was that their internal people had been testing the same processing run on the exact day and time she chose to break into their files. Again, the odds of that occurring fascinated her, as did most things mathematical and intellectual. All the mental activity made the run pass quickly, but when she returned to her condo she realized that she felt worse and more fearful than when she had started. The run failed to mellow her out as it usually did at the end of a trying day.

It was around six on the hallway clock when she got back. Sue headed directly for the shower. After she dried off, she put on some casual clothes and headed to the kitchen for a glass of Chianti and some cheese and crackers.

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