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“‘
This’
is Beck, and it was my fault.
I never should have let him go for it.”

“He said the investment meeting got switched
and he had to fly out a day early.”

“A lot of things are going to get switched,”
Nick said grimly. “I’m on my way now. Probably be out of range most
of the day.”

His phone was already breaking up as the
road dove back into forest. The mountains where he met a buddy to
climb were beautiful and remote, just the way he liked it. No
people, no reception. Which is why he was only now finding out that
the security against the hundred thousand dollar loan he’d wired
out two days ago—a small, precious Renoir—was not yet in his
possession.

“I’ll be there by four,” he said and clicked
off.

He wasn’t there by four. He wasn’t there by
five. It was almost six o’clock by the time the delays of
washed-out bridges and crumbling back roads released him to tear up
the highway back to Destiny Falls, and it was almost seven by the
time he pulled up in the circular drive.

That’s because Saturdays suck
, Nick
though as he stared up at the mansion of the Peter J.
Sandler-Rosses. It sat silent, majestic, and baking in the summer
heat. Birds chirped and slanted evening sun spilled over
everything. Eyeing the house grimly, he grabbed a white button-down
and dark grey suit coat he kept in his truck for pawn
emergencies—because you never knew when someone was going to need
money, fast, and he found people preferred to hand over their
valuables when he didn’t look like he’d just come down off the
mountain. Figuratively speaking.

He finished buttoning and slung the suit
coat over his arm, then slid out of the truck, taking the hit of
smothering heat as he started across the circular drive.

Lesson learned. No favors, no specials, no
kindnesses, and never, ever send Beck to pick up security for a
loan again.

“Come on, Johnny,” he said to his employee,
who’d pulled up behind him with the official armoured company
transport vehicle. Couriering his client’s valuables into their
storage facilities was not usually a dangerous business, but
everyone was paying for security—with their valuables, in their
interest rates—so Nick provided it.

Although it was supposed to be Beck who’d
provided it. Two days ago.

He started toward the mansion of the
Sandler-Rosses, some of his most wealthy, regular, and
irresponsible clients, telling himself that all his premonitions
about the doom of Saturdays were wrong this time.

Collect the painting and go. No big
deal.

What could go possibly wrong?

The front door swung open and a woman came
out backwards, dragging a corrugated cardboard box in each hand.
She was bent at the hip, which pressed the tight pencil skirt
around the roundness of her bottom. Long legs stretched out below,
ending in dark red heels. Her hair was trapped up on her head,
giving him a great view of her neck and the curves beneath her pale
grey, sleeveless silk shirt.

Okay. He was flexible. He could reassess his
stance on Saturdays.

He moved toward the door.

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