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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 else 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 my 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 few 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 for long. You’ll take a vacation, get yourself collected–”

“I am collected! I have been for the past few 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?”

My silence was my reply.

“Exactly. So, you have to listen to me, and do this. I understand that you have met someone. Sydney, is it?”

I gazed at him.

“It’s my job to know, if that’s what you’re wondering. Now, for Sydney’s sake, leave the country for a little while. I’ll give you call when the coast is clear. Oh, and I’ve made sure the money you send to the hospital go through as charity, so don’t worry about that.”

The money, my money. It didn’t matter to me

that Sydney was over our relationship. I was still holding up my end of the deal. It was only fair. Her brother didn’t deserve to get caught up in my mess.

I gave him a nod, my eyes full of gratitude. “Thank you. I will follow your advice. Hell, my plane is still warm, so…”

I got a new glass and poured myself another drink.

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