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All In A Day’s Work: Chapter 7 Sneak Peek and Photoset

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“We are, but it is not like anything you have ever been involved with before,” Killian told him. “We are operatives with Securitech, a private security and detective agency, and we are on the trail of an international fugitive who has stolen a great deal of money that we want to recover for our client.”

“What do you need an actor for?”

“To find this man we have to make one of his accomplices talk and to do that we have to make him an actor in a play, only he will be the only one on the stage who does not have a script.”

“He won’t even know it’s a show,” Emma said.

Jefferson looked between the two. “You’re talking about running a con.”

“You are very perceptive.” Killian nodded.

“I did six weeks as Harold Hill in The Music Man at the Winstar Casino,” he spoke. “The thing is, cons are usually illegal.”

“Think of this as an elaborate practical joke,” Killian said.

“Exactly,” Emma agreed. “A practical joke that is sort of illegal but not entirely. We’ve been asked to do what the police can’t, and that’s to catch a man who has robbed thousands of people out of their homes, their savings, and their retirements. We’re using kidnapping and fraud to accomplish that goal. If we don’t fool the mark, and he goes to the police, we could all get arrested.”

“But it is highly unlikely that he will.” Killian made sure to add with a disapproving look to Emma.

“What’s in it for me?” Jefferson pondered.

“Fifty thousand dollars. And the role of a lifetime, an acting challenge greater than any Oscar, Emmy, or Tony award winner has ever dared or attempted.”

“Because the Oscar, Emmy, and Tony award winners don’t have to,” Jefferson argued. Having a great role was one thing, but possibly getting arrested, that was a whole other ballgame.

“But we both know that they wouldn’t because they do not have the guts or the skills, and you will because you do,” Killian said. “And this will prove it.”

Jefferson sat back and studied the man and woman sitting in front of him. What they were offering was to take down a very bad man, who had hurt so many people. He was always for bringing justice to those who deserved it. “And nobody will ever know.”

“You will,” Killian answered.

“There won’t be any reviews, no film to put on my reel,” he continued. “It won’t get me work.”

“It might from us,” Emma pointed out.

“But if I am not utterly convincing in my performance, another actor lets me down, or a set falls, or some other calamity happens that I can’t act my way out of, I could get thrown in jail.”

“Or worse,” Killian shrugged. “You could spend another night performing here.”

Jefferson met his gaze. “How big is my trailer?”

“You will not have a trailer. But you will have a mansion.”

“I’m in. I don’t think I caught your last names.”

“We are on a first name basis. Last names are cumbersome.” Killian extended out his hand.