The White Suit
Chapter I
Nick arose to the unpleasant screech of an alarm clock. Where the hell am I? This was the first thought his hazy mind managed. Being a con man had its drawbacks, such as waking up waking up in a different city almost every morning.
He made his way to a drawer containing his favorite ivory-colored suit. He stared at for a few moments, still waking up. An image of Elliott Smith, his preferred musician, wearing an identical suit popped into his head. He reluctantly put the suit on. He had work to do.
