Chapter 4

"Why didn't you tell me you had a middle name?" Victoria asked. "What else are you keeping from me?" She narrowed her eyes and tossed the pink message slip at him. It floated dead leaf to the floor.

Jake paled as he studied her face. "For the love of Christ, Victoria, who told you?" There were only two people on this god forsaken planet where cabs are no more sacred than company pens, only two who knew of the sandwich meat on Jake Wallerstein's birth certificate: his crazy whore of a mother who could never speak it after losing her tongue in a freak boating accident, and...