Brand New Key
Blake had always considered Alice Brown to be at least a little paranoid for installing the bulletproof glass. Sure, he didn’t doubt that she probably made good bread as a forger and counterfeiter, but she was low-profile and careful about who she dealt with. Hell, Alice couldn’t be high-profile if she tried. She was a mousy, plain little woman with brown hair and brown eyes and a brown dress that looked like she’d bought it from an industrial burlap supplier. Blake wasn’t sure if ‘Brown’ was...