couldn’t afford to dry-clean.
But as he turned to leave, a man in a cheap trench coat blocked the aisle.
“Mason Sterling?” the man asked, holding up a badge.
“Get out of my way,” Mason muttered.
“I’m Agent Miller, FBI, Financial Crimes Division,” the man said, producing a pair of handcuffs. “We have a warrant for your arrest regarding the embezzlement continue reading …
