Chapter 4

“If you already have someone on Hanks, why do you think you need me?”

“For your undercover skills.” Gideon looked past Lou, smiling at something—or someone, it turned out, when a man came over to the table.

“If you don’t mind,” the man—Lou figured he was in his early thirties—said, pointing to Lou’s coat.

“Not at all.” Lou moved his coat to the back of his chair.

“So you’re the cop, huh?” the man said with a supercilious glance at Lou as he sat.

“Rory,” Gideon said in a cautionary tone. “Lou, this is Rory Kinley. Rory, Lou Hernandez.”

Lou gave a sharp nod, asking, “Do you have something against the police, Mr.Kinley?”

Rory shrugged. “They play a useful part in society. I just don’t see that you’ll be any good when it comes to working with us.” He looked Lou over with a jaundiced eye. “We need someone who can pass as a wealthy buyer with no scruples.” He chuckled. “Being a cop, you’ve probably got the last bit down pat.”