Ventomology

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Blowing out a long, exhausted sigh, Conrad fell back into a chair like magic-bean-Jack's dying giant. The whole room rattled with him, ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Well. This talk was not going well. Conrad puffed out his cheeks and blew out a long, slow breath. He needed to ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / A game. Luna had called that whole thing a game. It was all Conrad could think about as he watched her walk ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / The northern California coast was always foggy. Though the skies cleared up quickly once you travelled a bit inland, the shoreline stayed ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / The Radisson Aqua was a monster of a building. Its curving towers undulated in the Chicago wind, and its white balconies grew ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Even though he very much wanted to, Conrad did not go home. He parked in the office lot and nabbed his spare ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Conrad was surprised Dwyn knew about this diner. It was technically one of the hockey team's haunts, though they had branched out ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Their little trio slid behind the door just in time. The echo of footsteps grew louder and louder with every heartbeat, and ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / "Okay," Conrad said, trying to curb his enthusiasm. One of his teammates had happened to have a daughter's hockey equipment in his ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Dwyn, apparently, had a super secret meeting at nine, which meant Conrad, for better or for worse, had babysitting duty. Not that ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Conrad's boss called at eight thirty. His phone buzzed on his desk, and Lisa shot him a glare over the cubicle wall ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / There was no way Conrad was making that morning meeting. He had work! And they'd settled on nine am, and he clocked ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Silently, Conrad wondered if he should stop Luna. Dwyn's attention had long since departed from the heist, and even as the trio ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / The maitre d' led Conrad and the girls to a booth in the back of the restaurant, out of view from the ...

\ money / Conrad Selingren \ money / Conrad called the nearest Giordano's up before he even made it out of the office. That was the secret to deep-dish. Order ...