CHAPTER - V Over dinner that night in L. A. Pamela laid out parts of her plan to Leo, including the two players she was looking to bring on. "Sounds good, but what about the long con? You haven't told me about that." "One step at a time," she answered, fingering a wine glass, her gaze wondering around the swanky dinning room automatically searching for potential marks. Take a breath, find a chump. She flicked her dyed-red hair out of her face and made momentary eye contact with a guy three tables down. This jerk had been ogling and overtly