“This is a weird one, Andy,” Alecia Wang said from behind her desk after her assistant showed me in. “I’ll understand if you aren’t interested.” “Weird how?” “Weird in that I’m not quite sure yet. Which is why I called you.” “I’m flattered, I think.” “You ought to be. Oh, and thanks. You shouldn’t have.” “Right.” Alecia smiled as she reached for the cup of Café Brioso takeout—black, no cream or sugar—that I’d brought her. We were in her office on the tenth floor of the State Mutual building in the wing devoted to fraud investigations, the division she’d headed
Intuition
