[Sterling Boschâ€”London Branch]
Neal glanced about the elevator. His mind deviated between twin poles. Heâ€™d strolled through Paris for six months. Le Citeâ€™s highlights had been his oyster bed. The finest cafÃ©s rendered up their best delicacies for his palate.
Death gave him an all access pass.
And yet for once, the Con wasnâ€™t enoughâ€¦.
He stepped out invisible in a sea of suits. Caffrey the Ghost.
His eye met its goal alighting upon his Saraâ€¦
Her arched eyebrow and smirk agreed. Their lips met hungrily. Their embrace they never wanted to end.
A con surrendered for a love true. Who would believe?