For Blood or MoneyChapter 2 Eight Months Later
TROUBLE BLEW INTO MY OFFICE with the scent of lilacs on a spring breeze. A tear collected in the corner of my eye. I sneezed. Damn allergies. �Are you Dag Hamar?� she snapped, turning toward me. �Yes ma�am,� I responded, standing. There were still tears in my eyes. Floral scents really kill me. �I liked you better with long hair and a beard.� I wiped my eyes and looked at her�above the spike heels, tight skirt and ample bosom. The bubble burst. What she meant was she liked me better 30...