Anyway, the meet goes down, and the slag I’m supposed to grab is this pudgy old geezer in a fragging tweed jacket, wearing spectacles, for Christ’s sake. Nicholas Finnigan. I realized immediately this wasn’t a sting, but it wasn’t a clean buy either. I’d set my assets around the area, and they started moving in as soon as Finnigan showed. Apparently sensing something was going down, he was edgy and ready to bail. If he panicked and ran, I knew one of my assets would cap him.