Death, Taxes, And A Chocolate Cannoli (A Tara Holloway Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
On the bright side, I also left with a bag full of scrumptious Italian food and a printout of today’s sales figures, as well as those for the last week and month. I kept a close eye on my rearview and side mirrors, checking for a tail. There was none. Good. I felt smug knowing I’d fooled the alleged “wise guys” of the Dallas mafia. Looked like they weren’t so wise, after all. I drove until I was a couple of miles from Cyber-Shield and pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store. I removed my IRS cell phone from the locked glove compartment and texted Josh. Bistro’s Wi-Fi password is cannoli89$. I waited a minute or two until his reply came back. Got it. With any luck, he’d be able to hack in right away and access the restaurant’s financial records. I deleted the texts, pulled the sales data printouts from my pocket, and looked them over, trying to get a realistic estimate of the restaurant’s income. It wasn’t easy. Sales seemed to fluctuate significantly day to day, with the weekend figures being nearly ten times that of the weekdays.
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