“Just how much money do you have, kid?” Tim Stuart asked. He was probably ten years or so older than Jason.
“Do you want the real answer or the one I give the IRS?”
“You pay taxes?”
“I’m in investments as a side business. It gives me an air of legitimacy and something to fall back on in my dotage. You have to realize that a chap in my profession, if he starts young, has maybe twenty good years. That’s if he’s lucky and doesn’t get caught. In any case, a man needs a retirement fund. I can’t exactly file for Social Security, can I?”
“I suppose not,” Tim answered.
“My investment business brings in a modest income. Around five million a quarter.”
The men choked on their coffee.
“That’s what you clear?” Greg Kisler gasped.
“Yeah, well, thereabouts.”
“Why steal things then?”
Jason leaned forward as if he were…
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