Neal watched Brauer being led away by Peter and Jones. His phone rang.

"Big Brother here," Moz said when he answered. "We're always watching."

"We got him." Probably, they already knew, but Neal felt more comfortable telling.

"Excellent."

"Tell Sally thanks."

"Tell the Suit," Sally answered, "he can thank me with Department of Justice access codes."

"Not gonna happen."

"We'll settle for the Department of Agriculture," Moz said. "You know how hormone-injected chickens are —"

"Thanks, Moz." He hung up and caught up with Peter, handing Bauer over to Diana and the team of agents.

"Another W for Caffrey and Burke," Neal said, feeling proud.

"Complete with late-inning heroics. Just the way I like it."

"What, you don't appreciate a nice, relaxing blowout?"

"Oh, I'll take a win however I can get it. There is something about the bottom of the ninth."

"Yeah, bases loaded, full count, two outs…"

"And we knock it out of the park," Peter finished. "Plus, you always make sure my job is a challenge."

"Ah, come on."

"I sent some probies to your apartment to collect your millionaire fantasy camp. There'll be a lot of happy people to know they're getting their money back."

"Yeah, and a lot of unhappy store clerks when you return everything we bought with Brauer's score." All those salespeople working on commission. He felt bad for them.

"You worried about that," Peter asked, "or the fact that you have to give it up?"

"Can it be both?"

"Nope. You knew you couldn't keep those things forever."

It made little sense that he could not be sad for both things because he knew it would not last from the beginning. He was sad for both, no matter what Peter said.

"Do you remember when I was staying at the Palazzo Sasso in Ravello, and you had Europol closing in?"

"No. You were in Ravello?"

Neal stared at Peter. It was one of the key moments in his life, and Peter didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

"Right after the Corsica heist."

"Ohh," Peter said, remembering. "I had no idea you were there." It was not a smug smile. More of an embarrassed smile, as if Neal had caught him red-handed. "I had Europol leak that we were getting close so you'd keep moving."

A flush of anger rushed through him.

"You were bluffing."

"Yeah."

Neal got control back. It was not Peter's fault that he had been fooled to leave.

"So I could have stayed there?" he asked

"Yeah. I guess you could have."

This was not a big story for his handler. He shrugged and continued to their car. Neal looked after him. He remembered Sara's words and his own recollection of it all. Some part of him had the idea that the treasure would not last, too, due to Palazzo Sasso. Now, he had learned that the only reason it had not lasted was because he was not staying cool.

"I sent some probies to your apartment to collect your millionaire fantasy camp. There'll be a lot of happy people to know they're getting their money back," Peter informed his pet convict.

"Yeah, and a lot of unhappy store clerks when you return everything we bought with Brauer's score."

"You worried about that or the fact that you have to give it up?"

The kid seemed to consider this.

"Can it be both?"

"Nope. You knew you couldn't keep those things forever."

"Do you remember when I was staying at the Palazzo Sasso in Ravello, and you had Europol closing in?" Neal asked, changing subject it seemed.

"No. You were in Ravello?"

Something shifted in the guy's merry look.

"Right after the Corsica heist."

Corsica? Oh yes, he remembered the Corsica heist.

"I had no idea you were there," he admitted. Neal Caffrey had just disappeared and seemed nowhere to be found. "I had Europol leak that we were getting close so you'd keep moving."

"You were bluffing," the kid said, looking angry.

"Yeah." He was not ashamed of bluffing. It was within his rights. And it had worked because traces of the con man had resurfaced.

"So I could have stayed there?"

Peter looked at the kid. Did he see regret in the man's eyes?

"Yeah. I guess you could have." He would have caught him eventually, anyway. The house always won, one way or another.

Neal was walking home from the office when his phone rang. It was Sara.

"We got Brauer," he said, answering the call.

"I heard. It's pretty amazing." There was a pause. "When will you be home?"

"Are we a 'when will you be home' couple?" He liked that idea.

"No. I... I'm asking because when you said that we could keep living like this, what did you mean, Neal?"

She had been thinking, drawing conclusions. Neal stopped and shrugged.

"Nothing. You know, it's like you said, I was... daydreaming." A life with Sara was a dream.

"Really? That's all?"

"That's really all. Come on. Smile. You're gonna get your money back. We'll celebrate tonight."

"Okay." It was almost like a whisper. And she hung up.

Sara would move out, and everything would be like it used to be. And one day, he would leave where he could never again be found.

He sat down on the other side of Mozzie at the street café table.

"What you got there?" Neal asked.

"Oh. Vulture's number. And I didn't even have to circumvent a middlebox."

"You got yourself a girlfriend."

"Neither I nor she would ever thrust such a crude epithet upon ourselves."

Neal chuckled.

"You thinking about staying?"

Mozzie leaned his head to the side.

"In New York?" he asked. Neal nodded."You're thinking about staying."

"It's crossed my mind."

"No, no. I-I don't want to hear this." Mozzie rose from his seat, taking his coffee with him.

"Nobody knows we have the treasure, Moz. We can live our lives."

"As closet billionaires? I don't think so."

The all-wise Mozzie, why could he not see what he did have, that he had a good life? Neal rose and followed him.

"That's not how this works. The secret of the treasure is radioactive. A look here, a whisper there. It's...too big. It can't be kept."

Neal thought that that could be solved. If he knew he would be able to keep the life he had in New York, he would gladly leave the whole treasure. Unfortunately, he did not know. He was a con man serving time. His future was in the hands of others.

He pulled out the note with Vulture's number and a lighter.

"What are you doing?" Neal asked when Moz turned the note on fire.

"Cutting all ties. Our future is lying in a vault right now, waiting for us. This is no time to be dropping anchor."

He put the note on the ground and stomped on it when there was nothing but coals left.

"No complications," Neal said.

"No complications."

"Don't you have perfect recall?"

"Symbolic gesture."