I'd been in the nightlife game for years. I'd seen my share of beautiful women. But the woman in that photograph was nothing like any of them. The word stunning wasn't enough. It was like the concept had been invented just to describe her.
"What? Surprised?"
The client watched me with obvious amusement, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"The money, every last cent, will be yours. As for the rest of it..."
He trailed off and reached over to pat my shoulder.
"The less you know, the better off you'll be."
I froze for a few seconds, then poured myself a glass of whiskey and knocked it back in one go.
"Sir, I'm just a guy who pours drinks and keeps people company. Wrecking someone's marriage is something I would never..."
He cut me off with a sharp, mocking laugh.
"Wrecking a marriage?"
"Kid, do you really think a man like me gives a damn about marriage?"
With that, he pulled out his phone and opened his contacts.
"If I'm not mistaken, your mother's heart bypass surgery is scheduled for the day after tomorrow."
"I happen to know the chief of surgery at that hospital personally. If he handles the operation himself, the risks drop considerably."