Chapter 47

“I’ll take your word for it. Anyway, back to what I was telling you. The money I made was nothing to write home about, I was tired of Chicago, so I decided to move on. Made one last, big score, ripping off some lockers at a health club. My one claim to fame I guess you could say. I can open just about any regular lock, or combination ones if I’m given the time. Trouble is, disarming security alarms…Well my friend was planning on teaching me that but…” Galvez shrugged.

“The long arm of the law interfered.” Maverick said. “Happens, unfortunately, if you’re being stupid.”

Galvez looked hard at him. “Sounds like you know firsthand.”

“Nope, but I’ve heard stories. Quick question before you continue. Is your name really Al Galvez?”

Galvez grimaced. “Alphonse, actually. Alphonse Fernand Galvez thanks to my mother. She was Cajun born and wanted to pass her grandfathers’ names on. As her firstborn, and only, son, I won the lottery.”

“Some lottery.” Maverick shuddered.