Mob Bosses & Tax Losses by Rachel Ford (Time Travelling Taxman Book 5)
English | 2019 | Sci / Fi | ePUB | 218 Kb
Mob Bosses : A decades old case. A charismatic gumshoe. A sinister don.
Alfred Favero, Senior Analyst with the IRS, shouldn’t have muddled the timeline. But curiosity got the better of him.
There was killing and a cat involved too*, but he’d rather not talk about that. Suffice it to say, a mafia prince is dead, and Alfred is on the run through time with a wrongly accused detective.
To unmask the men framing his new friend, he’ll tangle with New York City’s most sinister criminals. It’ll take all of his knowledge, and investigations across multiple timelines, to get to the bottom of it – before he finds himself sleeping with the fishes.
“You must have misheard,” he said, managing to find his voice.
“No, I know what I heard, Freddie.” He frowned now. “Wait…she did tell you about it, didn’t she?”
Alfred licked his lips. They’d gone very dry all of a sudden. So had his tongue, for that matter. His mind raced, and at last he lied, “Uh. Of course.”
Justin grinned. “So…that’s pretty exciting, then. Your first pet together? I mean, that’s the big leagues, man. Not quite buying a house together. But still…”
“It’s the trial run.” Justin shrugged. “You know, to see if you’re up to the real thing.”
“Did you say, ‘pet’?”
“Yeah. You know, the kitten.” Then, Justin’s eyebrows rose, and he chortled in such a deliberate way that the taxman rather doubted the confusion was accidental. “Oh, you didn’t think I meant…well, that Nance was preggers?”
“Of course not,” he snapped. It was, of course, exactly what he’d thought – and, he thought, exactly what Justin had meant for him to think.
“Oh, good. Didn’t want to give you a heart attack there.”
My apples you didn’t, the taxman thought. He was angry, but not angry enough to allow himself to cuss. Standards must be preserved, even in the face of provocation.”