Neal was one of the few people Mozzie could find trust in – about as complete of a trust as someone was bound to get from the small man. They had spent years together bonding between stolen gems and late night plans conducted in whispers. They were family. And Mozzie didn't like people intruding on his family.
He had let Peter in for Neal. In Mozzie's eyes, Peter was like a guard dog, or an uncle that constantly bailed his nephew out of jail. Peter had commanded Mozzie's grudging respect. He was useful to keep around, for the time being.
Sara, however, wasn't. She was trouble. Neal would do anything for her, and she knew it. She was Kate all over again. She was the tie that, when the time came, Neal would have the hardest time cutting. Sara was far worse than the Suit.
But if Mozzie had to be the one to cut the rope for Neal, then so be it. That's what family was for.
"So you want to get rid of me?" Sara asked the man. She almost looked hurt.
Mozzie only shrugged. At least she had gotten the hint Neal seemed to be denying. "Po-tate-to, Po-tat-toe."
Dislike for Sara was a dangerous path to walk. Mozzie could only hope that when the time came, Neal would throw her out on the street instead of him.