“If you want dinner, lick it off the floor!” My son-in-law mocked me after knocking my plate down, while making a toast at dinner. I stood up, adjusted my coat, and said three words that left him completely terrified!

behind a ceramic dove.

“You always talk too much,” I said.

His face hardened. “What did you say?”

I stood and opened my coat.

Pinned inside was my old federal consultant badge, renewed six weeks earlier for a financial crimes task force.

Victor stared at it.

I smiled.

“You targeted the wrong woman.”

The gravy hit the marble floor a fraction of a second before continue reading …