does " pigs fly south for the winter."has any special meaning? Son of a bitch, he thought as he downed it. It was a damn good thing he’d had receipts—one for a fancy coffee a few blocks from the Landon house, and another for gas and a ham and cheese at a pit stop a few miles south of Whiskey Beach. Once he’d determined Landon had been driving home, he pulled off to fuel up the car and himself. Damn good thing. The receipts proved he hadn’t been anywhere near Bluff House at the time of the break-in. Otherwise, he was damn near sure he’d have been explaining himself to the local cops, in-house. Son of a bitch. Could be coincidence, he thought. Somebody just happens to pick the exact night he reports to his client Landon is in Boston for the eve-ning for a break-in? And pigs fly south for the winter. He didn’t like being played. He’d stand behind or in front of a cli-ent, as need be, but not when the client screwed with him.