Josh found a large candlestick to use when Neal got a text that said that Savanna was safe. The young man raised the candlestick to break through the pillar wall when Neal saw Jones and a team of agents sneaking up from behind.

"FBI! Don't move." Jones yelled, aiming his gun. Neal moved in between Josh and Gelles to get him out of the way. "Brett Gelles, you're under arrest."

"Hey, I told you," Gelles said, unimpressed. "You can take me anytime you want. You won't risk anything happening to Savannah."

Neal took his phone and opened the feed, and showed Gelles what had happened in the room where he left the girl.

"That's right. We won't."

"Come here," he heard Peter say, and Gelles' pose sank. One of the agents cuffed the man.

"She's okay," Neal said and handed the phone to James.

"Your daddy's watching," Peter said. "You want to say hi to him?"

"Hi, daddy!"

James was so relieved, and Josh watched over his shoulder, hugging his brother.

"We'll see you in a bit," Peter said.

Neal watched as they led Gelles away. They looked at each other. Neal felt no pity for the man. He was just glad that he did not face a lifetime in prison.

"Daddy, daddy!" Savannah said and rushed into James' arms. He could not stop kissing his daughter, and Josh had not before looked so happy in his brother's presence. It was moments like that that made the job worth it.

The kid walked up to him.

"You found Savannah."

"You found the last clue," Peter said.

"Guess we both did our part."

Peter found himself enjoying the moment in more than one way. Their old partnership was back, it seemed. He had thought of Neal as a valued team member and not some unpredictable convict.

"You find out what's inside the wall?" Peter asked.

"No. Jones barged in before we could open it up."

"Aren't you just a little curious?" Peter asked, and they exchanged a look.

They waited until the happy reunion had settled, and the father and uncle had thanked them a hundred times. Then the brothers themselves remembered what they had been doing. They went for two proper sledgehammers and broke one side each while Neal, Peter, and Savanna watched.

Inside was a metal box. From James' reaction, it seemed heavy.

Peter and Neal helped to clear the table.

James opened the box. On top of a row of thick books inside was the actual will.

"The real book," Neal noted, sending Peter a gleeful glance.

"It's Brahe's entire collection of manuscripts," James said, inspecting them.

"And the real will," Josh said.

"Okay," Peter sighed and smiled at the same time. "Now you can say you told me so. "

"Ah, it's okay, you know. I'll save it for another time."

Peter felt how much he had missed all this, the banter, the fun. He had never been so glad to be wrong in his whole life that Neal had not stolen the art. The idea that it even could have happened seemed remote for a second. Then he reminded himself that he was still unsure about the kid's innocence.

The next day, in the afternoon, Neal walked into his office.

"The Rolands donated the entire Brahe collection to the planetarium. Unveiling ceremony this Saturday." He dropped a fancy envelope on his desk. "We're invited."

"Oh ho!" Peter took the envelope and pulled out an invitation. "Well, I'll have to ask Felix if they've removed you from their no-fly list."

"After their father's endowment in the will, I'll bet even Satchmo's allowed to return."

"Yeah," Peter grinned. On his desk, he saw something. "Hey. Does this look like a compass rose?" He held the two papers at an angle. The kid bent down and looked over his shoulder.

"I think it looks like real-estate fraud."

"I think so, too. Yeah. See you tomorrow, Neal."

"Yep."

"Hey," Peter stopped him by the door. The kid turned, waiting. "It's good to be back to normal."

The young man looked back at him.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Neal watched the treasure through the treasure cam Mozzie had supported him with. 'Back to normal,' Peter had said. It could never be normal again. This treasure would always be there as a secret, blocking and stopping.

Never in his life had he thought it would be difficult actually to have the whale once you found it. He had not spent his life searching for one. It was the challenge that he enjoyed. But naturally, financial independence had been of interest.

He closed the lid and pushed the thoughts away. Things were the way they were. He cleaned the table and brought out the tools to make an Interpol badge in his name.

He studied her folder again, memorizing everything he needed to know about her.

Then he joined Mozzie at the bar of the hotel Agent Matthew used.

"How you doing?" he mumbled.

"She's already two Martinis in." There she sat, drinking alone.

"Wish me luck."

"You don't need luck," Mozzie said, enjoying his brandy. "I'm off to sell our Degas."

"Then you need the luck," Neal said and moved along the bar, sitting down close to her. "Vodka Martini, dirty, please," he ordered. Agent Matthew turned her head to see who sat down and frowned, not quite remembering where she had seen that face. "Agent Matthews?"

"Hello again." A bit of a slur.

"Hello."

"Did you ever make it to Burke's office?"

"Yes, I did, thanks to you. I never introduced myself, by the way. I'm sorry. Chris Gates. "

"Oh. Hello, Chris. How're you doing?" They shook hands. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you're not the only one who's a long way from home. I'm on my way back to Paris." He pulled out his wallet to pay for the drink. And as it happened, show his badge and id as doing so. "Thanks."

"Mm. You're Interpol?"

"Yeah. Yeah."

"What division?"

"Art Crimes." He raised his glass to a cheer. "To a kindred spirit." Their glasses met. They drank, chit-chatting. Matthews was soon done with hers and ordered her third.

"You have that look on your face," Neal said.

"What look?"

"I'm sure you're in New York for the same reason I am."

"Which is?"

"Classified. We've said too much, okay? I'm sure Agent Burke said the same thing to you he said to me. So let's just… let's talk about the weather. Let's talk about something innocuous."

"How about we both say, on three?" Matthew suggested.

"What? No. No," he shook his head. "At the same time?"

"Mm-hmm."

"All right." He held up his finger.

"Okay." She did the same. One, two, three, they counted together.

"Nazi su—" Neal began before he realized Matthews just grinned at him. "Oh. Not cool. You're tricky. What?"

"It's incredible, though, isn't it?"

"What, that Agent Burke thinks all this art is just floating around out there or..."

"Can you imagine if it is?" she said dreamily. "Oh, God, I wish that I had clearance to see that manifest."

Neal felt an icy chill run down his spine. He turned to his drink.

"Yeah, well, you can stop fishing here. I mean, he didn't - he didn't show it to me, either, so..." So there was more to the story. Peter had not let it go. And he had not told him, so he was still a suspect. "Any theories?"

"Apparently, they only found one page, so..."

"So it's a partial list. Most of what was on the sub is still unaccounted for."

"Right. But if anyone tries to sell anything that's on that list..."

"We're gonna hear about it."

"And we're gonna nail 'em," she said with a huge enthusiastic grin on her face, and drank her drink.

"Yes! Yes, we are. Bam!" He sipped his drink. "Will you excuse me for a minute?" He wished he could wait just a minute or two not to make it look suspicious, but he did not have the time. "I'll be right back." He walked out of sight and pulled out his phone. He came to Mozzie's voicemail.

"Mozzie. Where are you?" he whispered. "You can not, I repeat, you can not sell the piece." He took a deep breath. "We got a big problem."

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