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helped them hide the money, that makes us part of it.”
    He took her hand. “No. It makes me part of it. Not you.”
    Even in the darkness, he could see that he’d touched her heart. She sat right back up and held him tight.
    â€œOh, honey. My family is so screwed up, and you spend so much of your life picking up the pieces. But this is way more than I can ask.”
    â€œNo, we’re all family. I’ll make this right. Just don’t tell Jeffrey or your uncle that you know anything. They trust me on this. If they find out I told you, they will dig up that money and all hell will break loose.”
    â€œI won’t say a word. But please don’t let this drag on. We have to decide something quick.”
    She embraced him tightly. Ruban lay back into the pillow. Savannah nuzzled up against him and laid her head on his chest.
    â€œDo you really think you can fix this?”
    â€œYes. We’ll be fine. Just remember: keep this between us. I’ll handle it.”
    â€œOkay. I promise.” She pulled away.
    One more thing to add to the list on an unbelievable day: she’d bought it.
    Ruban was dead tired, but he couldn’t close his eyes. As he lay staring at the ceiling, the truth started to replay in his mind. He and Pinky rushing into the warehouse. The money grab. The getaway. He shook off those unforgettable images and glanced over at his wife. The curve of Savannah’s body beneath the bedsheet. She was right beside him, as close as ever—as close as the bag of money, the two million dollars that he’d dropped and left lying on the warehouse floor.
    Don’t think about that.
    He reached over and rested his hand gently on her hip. “Are you okay now?” he asked.
    â€œI’m much better.”
    Ruban took a deep breath and let it out. The air conditioning cycled off. The bedroom fell quiet.
    â€œMe, too,” he said into the darkness.

Chapter 5
    O n Monday morning Andie and Agent Littleford paid a visit to Braxton Security. A fleet of armored trucks was stationed less than two miles from the Miami Fed, the vaults of which were officially short 9.6 million dollars. Andie wondered if the crooks might be right across the street at Doral Country Club, smoking cigars and thumbing their noses at law enforcement from the manicured greens of the “Blue Monster,” one of the most famous golf courses in the world.
    â€œYou golf, Andie?” asked Littleford.
    Andie glanced out the passenger-side window as they cruised past the groomed fairways. “Nope.”
    â€œIf you ever want to drop four hundred bucks for five hours of aggravation and eighteen reasons to swear your head off, this is the place.”
    â€œI’ll keep that in mind.”
    Littleford looked ready for a round of golf, his khaki pants and short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt not just for weekends. Sunday afternoon’s interviews at the airport warehouse had gone as expected. No one had broken down, confessed, and pleaded for mercy. Two of the guards were targeted for a follow-up. Alvarez in particular. Andie and her supervisory agent met with him in a conference room at the office suite. The assistant general counsel for Braxton was also in the room, along with a junior member of the in-house legal staff. Andie did the interviews. Each took about an hour.They called Alvarez back for a short but to-the-point follow-up. The Braxton lawyers gave the FBI the green light to turn up the heat. Andie ran with it.
    â€œMr. Alvarez, let me spell this out for you: We think you’re holding back.”
    â€œMe? No. Nothing to hold back.”
    Andie allowed the blanket of silence to settle over them. It was amazing what a nervous target might say when left to stew, no question pending.
    Alvarez had lived in Miami for almost fifteen years, having come to Florida just six months after graduation from high school in Havana. It was impossible to land a job at Braxton with a criminal