"In a way," he said. "It helps me avoid suspicion, and it allows me to spread my work around."
Shane glanced off to the side, a very smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He considered a lie--one of the thousand he'd told about his family over the years. My father was in middle-management.
"My mother stayed at home and took care of my brother and I," he said. "My father was a hit man for the Giancoma mafia in Chicago." The faint smile was still there, but there was a tightness around his eyes betraying the intensity of his feelings just thinking about it.