Thankfully, the parking garage was private territory, and I had to take just a few steps to the elevator that took me back home, without ever seeing another person.

My lawyer was there, having a cup of coffee on the balcony, waiting.

“Glad you decided to show up, Owen.”

I spread my arms. “Time to face the music.”

“Very well.” The man walked back inside and set his cup down. “Coffee?”

I slid open the bar door. “Whiskey.”

“Good choice,

considering.”

I poured three fingers and drank half of it. I knew the news wouldn’t be too good. “So?”

“The good news is we were wise to be preparing for the worst, even though it isn’t exactly what happened.”

“Get to the point, will you? I’m here, so let’s not sugarcoat it.”

“Internal Revenue spooks are on your ass, Owen. That deal you made last fall raised all kinds of red flags. We managed some damage control, in that this particular deal has you in the clear, but after they did some digging, they decided to go back as far as 2006 to see what you have been up to.”

“But they have no proof, right? We’ve been covering all bases.” I was sure of it, because I had been personally double-checking everything.

“Yes and no. They have no concrete facts, at least not until they get through ten years’ worth of paperwork all over the globe, but the amount of suspicious activity on its own is enough for them to get whatever clearance they want. And considering the money involved, they will want to dig deep.”

I downed the rest of the drink. “So, what? Let them dig. If we’re innocent until proven guilty, we can bury them under paperwork, just like I’ve told you already. We’ll start by giving them everything from ’06 and ’07. That’ll keep them occupied.”

“Had we given it up voluntarily when it was first brought up, sure. Only they’re not stupid. They know we’ve buried something–”

“A lot of things.”

“You said it. They know we’ve buried something, so they will insist on arresting everything we have in the file room, and they’ll start from yesterday’s files.”

“I’ll call the office, see what they can come up with. Honestly, I don’t care about the files as much at the moment. What about me? You said I was clear?”

“Technically, yes. If they were to look into you, they’d find nothing.”

I felt there was a but, yet I said, “Does that mean I can relax?”

“Not in the States. They will be following you, like they’ve been following Lawson, and a few of your other ex- partners. You’ll be a red flag for them. Better to lay low for a while. Full lockdown – no calls, no travel. Get somewhere and stay there. Understood?”

I had to grin at the cruel irony. For the past two days, I’d been hiding away on an island, where nobody would reach me, and the moment I leave, I’m told to go right back.

But this time – alone. I knew I couldn’t take Sydney away from her brother, and it wouldn’t be safe for her, anyway.

“Fuck… Fuck!” I turned around and smashed the glass against the wall, startling my lawyer.

“I know, Owen, it’s a shitty situation you’re in. But it won’t be long. You’ll take a vacation, get yourself collected–”

“I am collected! I have been for the past three days, until all this bullshit began!”

Baxter didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Listen, this is how things are, and I’m telling you how they are going to be, but you have to listen to me. We will take care of it, you have my word. How long have I been working for you?”

“Five years?”

“Close enough. Six, actually. And in that time, how many times have I fucked up?”

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