forced to piss all over your office building! I swear to God, I will!”
“Okay, okay. I’m going.” Payne bit his lip to keep from laughing. “But before I leave . . .” He placed his hand on the cuffs, and with a flick of his wrist, he popped off the stainless steel device—a trick he’d learned from a professional escape artist. “I better grab my handcuffs so I know what type of bolt cutters to get.”
Jones stared in amazement as his best friend walked across the room. “You bastard! I thought you said they were real?”
Payne shrugged. “And I thought you promised not to mess with my stuff.”
CHAPTER 3
PAYNE’S schedule was free until an afternoon meeting, so he decided to return his girlfriend’s message in person.
Ariane Walker had recently been named the youngest vice president in the history of the First National Bank of Pittsburgh, an amazing accomplishment for a twenty-eight-year-old female in the boys’ club of banking. She was born and raised in nearby Moon Township, a fact that she and Payne were often kidded about since he grew up in Mars, Pennsylvania. Both of them took it in stride. Normally, they just replied that their relationship was out of this world, and they meant it. They’d been dating for over a year and had never had a fight—at least none without pillows.
As Payne strolled to Ariane’s office, a journey he tried to make a few times a week, he peered down at Pittsburgh’s gleaming skyline and smiled. Even though he grew up disliking the place, a city that used to be littered with steel mills, industrial parks, and the worst air this side of Cher nobyl, his opinion had slowly changed. In recent years Pittsburgh had undergone an amazing metamorphosis, one that had transformed it from an urban nightmare to one of the most scenic cities in America.
First, the steel industry shifted elsewhere, leaving plenty of land for new businesses, luscious green parks, and state-of-the-art sports stadiums. Then Pittsburgh’s three rivers—the Allegheny, the Monongahela, and the Ohio—were dredged, making them suitable for recreational use and riverfront enterprises. Buildings received face-lifts. Bridges received paint jobs. The air received oxygen. This mutt of a city was given a thorough bath, and a pure pedigree had somehow emerged, one that had been voted “America’s Most Livable City.”
“Hey,” Ariane said the moment Payne knocked on her open office door. “I called you earlier. You get my message?”
“Yep, and since I had nothing else to do, I figured I’d pay my favorite girl a visit.”
“I don’t know where she is right now, so I guess I’ll have to do until she gets back.”
Payne sighed as he moved closer. “Oh well, I guess you’re better than nothing.”
The chestnut-haired executive grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. “We’ve got to make this quick, Jonathon. With a long weekend coming up, I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“But you still have tomorrow off, right? Or am I going to have to buy the bank and fire you?”
“Oh, how romantic!” she teased. “No, that won’t be necessary. Once I leave here at five, I’m officially free until Tuesday morning. The next one hundred and eleven hours are all yours.”
“And I’m gonna use every one of them. I swear, woman, I don’t get to see you enough.”
“I feel the same way, man. But one of us has to work, and I know it’s not going to be you.”
Payne grimaced. “It certainly doesn’t look like you’re working too hard. I mean, here you are, a highly paid bank official, and instead of doing something productive, you’re sitting at your desk, undressing me with your eyes.”
Ariane blushed slightly. “Please!”
“And now you’re begging for me. Damn, get a hold of your passion. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
She smacked him on the arm and ordered him to calm down. “What is it that you want?”
“Hey, you called me. Remember?”
“Please don’t remind me of my bold and desperate act.”
“I can’t help it that you’re easy.”
“That’s true,” she joked. “I think I get that from my grandmother. She used to run a brothel, you know.”
“Really?”
“No, not really.” She laughed at the thought. “So, what are we going to do tonight?”
Payne shrugged. “Some of the new holiday movies come out today. I guess we could grab some dinner and catch a flick.”
“Your treat?”
“I don’t know,” he scoffed. “You claim I don’t even have a job. Why should I pay?”
Ariane faked a growl. “That wasn’t a question, Jonathon. That was an order. Your treat!”
He loved