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I’m an ordinary hands-on, bricks-and-mortar, hit-man-for-hire, part-time-undercover-Fed kinda guy, so when Belinda Beauvais hands me this Bitcoin gig, I balk. No way out, she says, and this low-brow is stuck with a high-brow scheme to sell smack online for computer-generated cabbage. Now I got no smarts about tech, or nonexistent moolah, so I gotta find me a techno wizard to translate geek talk into mob moxie. Johnny the Brain comes to mind, and after he finishes briefin’ me on the ins and outs of cartoon cash and hidden deep-web info, the bell rings, and like it or no, I’m on the clock.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. February 21, 2014.)