The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews. QUID PRO QUO ROXIE RIVERA CHAPTER ONE "I need money, Greg." His gaze jumped from his laptop screen to my face. Surprise brightened his face. He blinked a few times. "How the hell did you get in here?" I flashed the house key he'd given me a few months ago. "I rang the doorbell, like, five times but you didn't answer." "Sorry." He sighed loudly, sat back and wiped a hand down his face "I've been mentally replaying the call from this afternoon and checking the transcripts." I stepped into his home office and noticed he still wore his all-black uniform.
