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mean?”
    “Well, you’ve devoted almost two years to trying to catch the bastard. What do you want to see happen if you catch up with him?”
    “I want revenge and justice. I want to see him sent back to England to stand trial.”
    “Is that all?”
    “I don’t understand what you mean.” She blinked at him. “Isn’t that enough? He’ll be out of the game, and at least no one else will be suckered by him.”
    “For how long? Your English justice system is well known for being soft on criminals.”
    “That’s not necessarily true.”
    “He’ll get maybe five years and will be out in two and a half.”
    “And you won’t get your money back,” Gabe said.
    Otto nodded. “He’ll have it tucked away offshore somewhere.”
    “You want to think of him coming out of prison and sailing off into the sunset to live out the rest of his days on money he’s stolen from vulnerable people like your mother?”
    “Of course not, but I don’t see—”
    “Well,” Fin said, caressing her with his eyes in a manner that made her breath catch in her throat and moisture seep between her legs. “I don’t know about you, but I think we should catch up with Mr. Pearson and persuade him to give you your mother’s money back.” He paused and sent her a flirtatious smile. “With interest, naturally.”

Chapter Four
     
    Gabe watched a whole gambit of emotions flitter across her face as she absorbed Fin’s suggestion. The combination of surprise, ambition, and hunger to achieve retribution told him that she wouldn’t turn Fin down.
    “How would that be possible?” she asked. “Like you said, the money’s hidden away, and he’ll just deny all knowledge of it.”
    “Oh, the three of us can be pretty persuasive when we put our minds to it.”
    Gabe knew he wasn’t referring just to Pearson.
    “I’m sure you can be,” she said, blushing but gamely holding Fin’s gaze.
    It looked like she knew the conversation had taken a detour, too, and wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it. Gabe observed her features with his artist’s eye, much as he’d been doing ever since she’d arrived and he fell to sketching her. No artist could have resisted such an expressive face. It was a bit like putting an alcoholic in a bar and telling him not to help himself.
    Gabe had helped himself, trying to capture the sadness that lurked in Sabine’s expression, wondering if she knew that her sensuous nature was also evident to someone who made a living from studying faces. Wondering if she even knew she had a sensuous nature. The question was, would she be willing to let the three of them bring it out and fully explore its depths? Gabe suspected that she hadn’t had much time for sex since embarking upon her obsession to track Pearson down. He also knew, just from glancing at his buddies, that they were as intrigued by her as he was. She was an unusual, challenging enigma, and when it came to challenges, all three of them were fiercely competitive. They never backed away from one and had yet to come out on the losing side.
    “Here.”
    Gabe tore off his sketch and handed it to her. She glanced at it and gasped.
    “It’s me.”
    “Glad we got that one sorted,” Otto said. “Problem living with these artistic types is that they get all moody if their supposed talent goes unappreciated.”
    She frowned. “Do I really look so pensive?”
    “It’s how I see you.” Gabe offered her an engaging grin. “Are you disappointed?”
    “No, I think you’ve flattered me, that’s all.” She continued to study the drawing. “You’re very good.”
    “Why, thank you, ma’am.”
    “No, really, you are. You ought to do something like this for a living.”
    Fin and Otto burst out laughing. “What?” Her glance flitted between them. “What did I say?”
    No one enlightened her, and so she tutted and returned her attention to the drawing. Her gaze obviously rested on his signature, Gabriel , scrawled across the bottom of the page,