Five O'Clock Twist by Joanne Pence

Author:Joanne Pence [Pence, Joanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction mystery
Publisher: Quail Hill Publishing
Published: 2018-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Hinkle’s phone vibrated. He had received a text message. He opened it.

—That nightclub owner is talking to important people in Chinatown. This will not be tolerated. You must act. Now!

Hinkle dropped to his knees. He knew the consequence if he didn’t act.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Rebecca was glad to leave Homicide at six p.m., rush home to change clothes, and to make herself look good for a Friday night date. Well, not exactly a date … but close.

Brandon Seymour would be picking her up at seven-thirty. He had called with a simple question about SFPD procedures, which he could have easily found an answer to anywhere. She asked him about foreign money coming into the country via real estate deals. He suggested dinner to discuss the complex subject properly.

She agreed.

She even decided to wear a dress, a form-fitting dress in rose pink with modest elbow-length sleeves offset by a rather daring V-neck bodice.

She had unlocked the door to the breezeway, and told him to go through it to her front door and knock.

When she opened the door and he looked at her, his eyebrows rose and a pleased smile covered his face. “Hello.”

That was the reaction she’d hoped for as she decided to wear a dress and high heels. She had to admit that he looked quite nice in a light blue sweater that matched the color of his eyes over a blue-and-white striped shirt and gray dress slacks. With his short-clipped blond hair and stern, muscular build, he could have been a prototypical model for a “G-man.”

She grabbed her coat and handbag and they walked the couple of blocks to a German restaurant.

As Rebecca eyed a number of intriguing appetizers on the menu, foods she’d never had but was willing to try, Brandon said, “I don’t think we need to bother with appetizers. Their entrees are huge.”

She ordered sauerbraten with spätzle and a “pancake soup,” and, to her surprise, Brandon chose a steak.

“No German food?” she asked.

“I don’t care for spicy food,” he said.

Spicy? German? “You should have said so before we came here,” she said.

“It’s okay. As long as a place serves steak or burgers, I’m fine.”

“Great,” she murmured, then smiled.

The conversation quickly turned to off-shore holding companies. Brandon knew a lot about them, including oversight by a Federal agency she had never heard of, the Financial Crimes Enforcement Network section of the Treasury. He gave her a lot of details about how they’re set up. She tried to keep her mind focused on what he was saying, but he did have a tendency to drone.

She kept a smile on her face, however. He was pleasant fellow in a stiff and polished way, and extremely thoughtful. A good date—if this were a date, which it was not.

She realized her smile was sagging woefully as he prattled about legal ramifications of international banking laws on offshore holding companies.

She gulped down some beer. He didn’t know much about wines, which was fine. Neither did she. He had ordered a Miller Lite to go with his steak.

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