'Wyatt regarded Robb with cold interest. It was often like this, the layers of self-regard and caution peeling away from a holdup victim, the true man or woman peeking out. He slipped back into the slumbering streets, which began to stir as the guy’s alarm reached their ears. He’d barely thought about Robb while he’d been robbing him. Now his detachment was complete.
'SOME people just work better alone. Wyatt’s one of them. He’s been getting by on nice quiet little burglaries— one-man jobs—when he gets wind of something bigger.
'A corporate crook, notorious Ponzi schemer, set to face court and certain jail time. He’s about to skip bail the old-fashioned way, on a luxury yacht with a million dollars in cash.
'To Wyatt it sounds like something he should get into.
'He’s not alone.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
