Page 68 of Broken Rules
“What?” she exclaimed.
Damien nodded. “The McMaster brothers from Las Vegas.”
“Vegas and Jersey don’t play well together,” Edward explained.
“So what happened,” Savannah asked, her hand gripping Damien’s nervously.
“Jersey showed up just like we knew they would. But then all hell broke loose when the McMaster brothers belayed through the dining room windows. They opened fire on each other. Thankfully, Edward and his men were waiting.”
Eyes wide, Savannah said, “So that’s why we heard gun fire.”
Damien nodded.
“But why did you even go,” she asked. “Why didn’t you just let the FBI handle it.”
“Because I still wanted to steal the painting?”
Savannah gripped her head with her hands. “I’m so confused.”
A soft smile curved his lips. “That was part of the deal I struck with Edward. I took the painting. As far as Joe or the local police know, it was stolen by one of the gang members who got away.”
Shaking her head in disbelief, she managed to ask, “What did you do with it?”
His smile widened. “We shipped it anonymously to the real Baron Von Wilder’s rightful heirs.”
Expelling a long breath, she slumped back in her seat. “I’m not sure I can handle much more, but...what else was included in this deal?”
“I gave Edward some pretty critical details on a number of his unsolved cases in exchange for a partial pardon.”
“Partial?”
“I have to work for him for the next decade.”
Edward smiled. “Now, Damien’s talents can be put to good use, and I can ensure he stays on the right side of the law.”
She looked at Damien. “So, then your FBI now?”
He gave her his sideways grin. “Yes, I am.”
“Is that how you knew what flight I was on?”
He smiled. “I could have found out before, but now I can search flight records legally.”
“Legal is good.” She scannedWorking Girl’s luxurious deck. “Speaking of legal, what about the money you...er...earned?”
“Most of its gone,” Damien answered simply.
She turned to Edward. “You confiscated it.”
Edward lifted his shoulders. “There was barely anything left to confiscate.”
She gave Damien a curious look. “What does that mean?”
“I just figured that if I’ve been happy enough living in hovels for the past few years, then I could make it in life not being a millionaire.”
Edward cleared his throat. “What Damien’s not telling you is that before the operation went down, he donated twenty-two million dollars to Doctors Without Borders in honor of the deceased Sister Maria of Saint Charles church back in New Hampshire.”
Savannah’s heart flooded. “Did you really?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “She would be so proud.”
