Sure, I graduated CIA, knocked around Europe, worked some famous two-star joints in the city-damn good ones, too. I’m not some embittered hash-slinger out to slag off my more successful peers (though I will when the opportunity presents itself). I’m usually the guy they call in to some high-profile operation when the first chef tends to be a psychopath, or a mean, megalomaniac drunk. I’ve been hustling a nicely paid living out of this life for a long time-most of it in the heart of Manhattan, the ‘bigs’-so I know a few things. I’ve still got a few moves left in me.