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“It doesn’t work that way, Sean,” I assure him.

“I texted her, anyway,” Mason calls from the hall. “Let her know everyone’s fine.”

“Thank you,” Hale and I say at once.

My head rests against Hale’s shoulder as Rosie cuddles closer.

“Speaking of breast-feeding,” Sean says. “Are you gonna do that?” He points to my chest. “I’m not an expert or anything, but I figured if Trinity could feed both those babies of hers with no problem, you—” He twirls his finger in a figure eight. “—and all that can feed a small village. Are you up to feeding a small village, Becca?”

“I think I owe it to the world to try,” I agree.

“Thank you for your generosity to the world,” Sean commends me.

“Yeah, thanks, Becca,” Mason calls from the hall.

“Sean, sweetheart,” I say. “You were saying something about there being two reasons you came down here?”

“You remember that don’t you, Sean?” Hale says. “Up until you were distracted by something shiny, namely Becca’s breasts?”

Sean sets his cereal bowl aside. “Oh, yeah.” He frowns. “But maybe Mason should tell you.”

Mason pokes his head in. “Is it all right to come in?”

Of course, he asks Hale. “Oh, sure,” Hale says. “Why the hell not?”

Mason eases his way in, carrying a folder in his hand and trying to keep from looking at me directly.

Sean points to the floor. “You see that?” he says. “That’s a thong. Torn off by a sharp set of teeth as near as I can figure.”

“Sean,” Hale warns.

“I think that’s why women don’t get the rashes I do,” Sean says, as if Hale hadn’t spoken. “They let their goods breathe, you hear what I’m saying?”

Mason pinches the bridge of his nose, as he often does in Sean’s presence. As he lets go, he slides the folder across the bed.

Hale lifts it. “What’s this?”

Mason meets him square in the face. “A major step toward ensuring all pending charges are dropped against you.”

Hale turns on the bedside light and flips through the file. I lean in, trying to read as Rosie repositions herself on my lap. “It’s a sworn testimony from my intern, Clark.”

“Oh, my God,” I say, scanning the document.

“He confessed to providing Cooling and Malroy access to your accounts and many others, as well as providing details on how he was placed in your employment, and how he was the one to contact the Feds,” Mason explains. “It’s amazing how the threat of incarceration for aiding and abetting will get a young man to sing.”

“Shit,” Hale says. “What’s next?”

“A good amount of help from the Feds. The head of the agency is trying to save face, and his job, by fastening his jaws over the throats of Cooling and Malroy. He’s secured warrants for their files, accounts, and businesses.”

“That’s amazing news,” I say, turning to Hale and squeezing his arm.

He keeps his attention on Mason. “When will they execute the warrant?”

Mason smirks. “They did so last night and raided both offices. Cooling and few of his partners were caught destroying evidence.”

Hale lets out a whistle.

“Yeah,” Mason says. “They said someone caught wind of what was happening and panicked. About an hour ago, the Feds caught Malroy and his wife trying to flee to Dubai.”

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