Chapter 6

• You're making the right decision, son." Bruce ruffled Flinn's shoulder. "I respect a good family man. Am one myself. Don't know if you've read the Forbes piece on me, but seventy-three percent of my staff attend the same Sunday service that I do. Birds of a feather flock together, hey?"
• Flinn smiled broadly, and at once I realized his ploy.
• I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing. Flinn said the "heat" in "heathen." The man was such a reprobate I was sure he'd catch fire one day if he ever made it fewer than three miles from a church. His secondary job was actually dating and screwing women for money. And he did it with gusto. I’d estimate he’d slept with more women than were registered to vote in this district. And as exhibited right here and right now, he had no qualms about lying, deceiving, and cheating his way into achieving his goals.