“Shut up, I know what I’m doing.” These words haunted Kara as she stood on the back deck of Pig-Pen’s house. He had good-naturedly offered to meet with her there, and while it wasn’t really clean, it did have fresh air and two cats that took turns nuzzling at her hands.
“So basically you stole a million dollars from a politician, and you want me to what, launder it for you?” Pig-Pen asked.
“No. The guy that hired me just thinks I stole the money.”
“Because I told him I did.”
“And why’d you do that?”
Kara’s face flushed. “You wouldn’t understand. The problem is now he wants his half.”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to do what I was supposed to do. Look, I brought all the information he gave me- passwords, account numbers, and personal stuff. I’ll split my half with you.”
Pig-Pen closed his eyes in surrender and leaned his head back. Kara often had that effect on him. “Sure. Gimme the data and come back tomorrow around six.”
“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”