“You’ve got to promise me you’ll tell me the results as soon as they’re in and before you tell anyone else,” I said. “It’s really important. After that, I don’t care what you do.” “I already told you I would. This isn’t some kind of personal vendetta, is it? I mean, this guy didn’t date your mother and dump her or anything, right?” I laughed at the image of anyone dating my mom. “Not even close.” “Odd actions for an accountant.” He held up the bag and stared at the glass. “You’re not from the IRS, are you?” “No,” I said emphatically. “Look, I’m not a hit man, I’m not from the IRS, and this man didn’t date my mom. The truth is, he might be a really bad man. A criminal. You’re doing a public service by getting that glass checked out.” “Okay, I’m leaving this afternoon so I can be at work in the morning. Give me your cell phone number, and I’ll call you as soon as I get the results.”
