front of her anymore.”

I stared at the money.

“That’s not right, Sir.”

“Right doesn’t pay your mother’s bills.”

The sentence struck exactly where he had aimed it.

“How did you know about my mother?”

“I asked around. You’re a known quantity, Jeremy. Decent guy. Roughly the right age. Looks the part.”

I should have refused. I nearly did.

“Just weekends?” I asked continue reading …