Operation Fireball

Five strangers …

Two million bucks …

One lusty redhead …

And no holds barred.

Staying out of trouble might be relaxing for some guys. But too much peace and quite make me very nervous.

Hazel—the luscious lady who keeps me busy and happy during long winter evenings—was trying to sell me her retirement plan.

I was tempted.

But then suddenly an old pen pal turned up with a couple of friends and a scheme that started my motors going full blast.

A two million dollar heist. Cash. Already out of the bank and stashed in a nice, respectable museum—in Cuba.

They needed me to help them get it back to the States. That should have tipped me. A hijacker trying to get back from Cuba?

I shoulda stood in bed. With Hazel.