Maria’s eyes widened, then a slow, knowing smile touched her lips. “Understood. We’ll make sure the prime rib is flawless.”

At 5:15 Jason texted: Heading home. Hope the house isn’t a disaster and the food is ready. My boss is riding with me.

I typed back with my left thumb: Everything is perfectly executed. See you soon.

Everything was in place. All I had to do was wait.

Chapter 4 — The Vultures Gather

When Jason walked in with his boss beside him, he stopped dead.

The house was immaculate. Soft jazz played through the surround sound. The dining table was a work of art, throwing off the aromas of roasted garlic, rosemary, and seared beef.