On the back of the card was a list of my services offered, along with my phone number and a post office box number, since Fitz had advised I not use my home address.

“Impressive!” Joella said.

Fitz draped his arms around me. “You’re going to make a mint.”

Yes!

There was still one small problem . . . but who’s going to notice two little bullet holes in the trunk of a limousine, right?