I'm a con artist skilled in every trick in the book. That's not a boast, but a summary of my life. And I never swindle people out of money or possessions. I swindle their feelings... the feelings of a woman I've never met. I often get caught up in a whirlpool of emotions with her, then pull away just in time, before it all comes crashing down.
But I'm getting tired. It was as if fate itself were playing tricks on me: just as I began thinking about giving up my old ways,
