(Vanessa)
My phone rang. Marc.
I answered. "What?"
"Got a business opportunity for you."
"I'm not interested in whatever scam you're running."
"It's not a scam. It's legitimate. And it pays."
I sat up on my couch. "How much?"
"That's negotiable. But I need to know if you're in first."
"In for what?"
"Can't talk about it over the phone. Meet me at the diner on Fifth Street. One hour."
He hung up.
I stared at my phone. Marc was my cousin. Had been getting into trouble his whole life. Drugs. Theft. Whatever paid.
But he'd never called me about business before.
I got dressed. Drove to the diner.
Marc was already there. Sitting in a booth at the back. Coffee in front of him.
I slid into the seat across from him. "This better be good."
"It is. Trust me."
"I don't trust you. Now
