The final plan is idiotically simple: Hardsion confirms where Graig is kept via drone footage and Parker organizers a small-scale explosion that turns into a fire on the opposite side of the warehouse to divert the attention of those who are inside. Prior to that, Elliot steals an ambulance to transport Graig after he is 'retrieved'. While he is on this errand we wait near the van, me feeling particularly useless. My only activity – watching our esteemed client who seems to be unraveling with every passing minute of inaction.

The drone's footage revealed that the goons left our target bound to a chair but they most definitely had done considerable damage earlier. So the extraction is time-sensitive, because Graig may have internal bleeding or other injuries that can lead to his demise if not treated in time. The situation can make one worry, but the level of anxiety our client exhibiting is a bit too much. The question remains – who is Graig Harrison? Because if he is just a subordinate or colleague… The Chief would've never gone to such lengths to rescue him. And so covertly no less.

"Chief told me what happened in Dubai," I tell Sophie, who is also standing idly by the truck, sipping on a grande latte, looking peeved that her grifting talents are not going to be used on this job. "He said that he used and betrayed you. I can only assume this is the reason you are so… reluctant to work with him again."

"He actually told you?!"

"Well, Sophie, I asked and he answered without reservation, comparing to you, who, for some strange reason, can't tell me who he is. What does it matter what agency he works for? Have I not yet gained your trust for such details to be shared with me?" Do I sound hurt? Well, I am! I am no grifter or thief or hacker or hitter, but I've been trying with all my might to be useful to the crew and I have been successful! So why this mistrust on this matter?

"Listen, Harry..."

Suddenly I feel all warm inside. Is what the Chief meant? But surely, such little detail cannot affect me to such a degree. Or has Sophie noticed and uses it to divert my attention? But I am not going to let her. "Even if Chief said this job is exactly like Dubai. He betrayed you back then, but you and Elliot still went on with it. Why are you doing this? Because you don't want to owe him anymore? What is going on, Sophie?" I throw a cautious glance at our client to check if he can hear us, but if he is close enough, his attention is completely absorbed by pacing and checking the time. That man is a bunch of nerves waiting to explode if Elliot does not appear with the ambulance in the next three minutes. "I need to understand so I can help."

"When he ditched us in Dubai… Nate went after him. Nate and… Chief worked together before… before Leverage Inc was created. When Nate returned and we demanded answers… he didn't say anything. Later he asked my advice about revealing the truth to the crew. Frankly, I didn't know what to do since the whole job turned out to be surprisingly… personal."

And then it hits me! All those hints at the truth scattered throughout our conversations today… "It was his daughter!"

Sophie shushes me, throwing a glance at our client, who is too absorbed in fighting his anxiety and hearing nothing of our discussion. "How could you possibly know that?"

"We talked about daughters over whisky you so graciously provided. Not that we partook in any. We just talked like two normal human beings. Look at him, he is a mess. No matter what you think of him, the man is clearly on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Wait… if this is the same as Dubai… Is Graig his son?"

"No. He only has a daughter. This I am sure of. And where is Elliot? The sirens are already just a block away."

The 911 call was made considerably earlier than the explosions were activated for safety purposes. We didn't want the fire to actually engulf the building. The call was the only application of Sophie's skills during the job. She portrayed a hysterical homeless woman who was passing the warehouse and complained to the respondent that her dumpster was going to burn with the warehouse. The performance lasted for a couple of minutes, not more, but I was still fascinated by her instant switch back to normal as if she was not ripping her vocal cords just a moment before.

Elliot finally arrives with the ambulance and we pack ourselves inside with Sophie riding shotgun. The ride is not long since we are hiding pretty much around the corner to the warehouse. No one is alerted by our pulling over at the back of the building since the fire department vehicle and other ambulances are swarming at the front and blocking the side streets which can be problematic, but one step at a time.

The time between Elliot's disappearance behind the warehouse's back door and his emergence is one of the most nerve-racking times of my life. I can't even begin to imagine what our client is going through. What if we are sending him back home with a body bag?

Elliot comes out, carrying Graig on his back, which is good news all around. We settle the young man on a gurney ready to push it onto the ambulance, but the patient is not cooperating. He must've had head trauma since there is blood all over his left side and he is delusional, hitting at us assuming we are his assailants.

And then our tight-lipped client surprises us once again.

He grabs Graig by the head and makes him focus on his face. "Daniel! You with me, Daniel?!" he barks into the undercover agent's face. "Everything is going to be alright. Everyone is alright. You understand?"

Graig, who turns out to be Daniel, understands and lets us strap him onto the gurney which promptly goes into the ambulance and we with it. We don't ride to the nearest hospital since the drug ring members who captured Daniel in the first place could be brought there, so we go to the second nearest hospital. Chief doesn't let off Daniel's hand the whole time and keeps shaking him into consciousness. Who is this man to him if not a family member?

We arrive at the hospital with a medical team already on standby to receive us. The gurney is taken away by the professionals and we remain standing rather awkwardly near the ambulance.

"I am sure you are eager to part ways and return to your headquarters," our client states, turning to Sophie. "Thank you for completing the job to a satisfactory end. Now we are even. The only way I can reappear in your lives is if you come knocking on my door. Which we, obviously, hope won't ever happen. The plane is waiting for you to be flown back. Have a nice trip." And the Chief turns around and heads towards the door where Daniel was brought in mere moments before.

"Typical," Elliot grumbles and gets into the ambulance with Sophie walking around to get into the shotgun seat.

"I want to stay," I say surprising even myself.

Sophie stops midstep. "What?"

"I want to stay with him. I want to see this through. My daughter had a bike accident some years back, broke her leg. He clearly cares for the young man. It is good to be supported through times like this. Whatever happened between him and you does not apply to me. You go back to New Orleans and I catch a plane after the surgery is over."

"Alright," Sophie agrees, but does not join Elliot, she takes me by the elbow and walks me to the hospital reception area.

It takes some time to track down our now former client, but we finally happen upon him in one of the waiting areas. There are no spectators there, so we finally see the devastation that was brought about by Daniel's kidnapping, his injuries and the not favorable prospects of the surgery. The Chief is not crying, but I bet he is pretty close. Nobody should be alone during a tragedy like that.

We sit down with the Chief between us, but neither knows what to say. It is shocking since Sophie is suave in any situation and can find words about any subject. Is she silent because this is real or because of her strained relationship with the Chief?

It takes some time for our aggrieved client to even notice we are there, being as deep in thought staring at the floor as he is. "What are you doing here?" he asks, genuinely surprised.

"Harry suggested we finish the job properly. Since we were tasked with retrieving Graig, we should be certain of his recovery."

In reality, I was talking about our client's well-being, not Graig's, but Sophie decides not to mention it. Why?

"What for? To put me in your debt? And you decided to tag along, afraid I will make him into an inside man?"

Now this is just outrageous! Does he not believe in any human decency anymore? And what about the panicked expression on Sophie's face? Was that her real motive for staying behind? Does she not trust me at all?! After all this time?!

"I don't know why Sophie is here," I begin, not hiding my anger at Sophie's possible true motives, "But I am here for mere support. If you do not need it and see our, or at least mine, company as undesirable, we will leave!"

"An honest man among thieves, now that must keep the conversations awkward with the crew, mustn't it, Missis Grifter?"

"We are getting by, James, not that it is any of your business. And I doubt, you know much about honesty yourself."

There is a pregnant pause after that. At least, now I know the name of the person I am sitting with. I decide to break the silence that has been stretching for some time now.

"So what's the doctors' prognosis?"

"He will live. They beat him up pretty good but there were no life-threatening injuries. He recovered from worse."

"That's good to hear. I was afraid of internal bleeding and such."

Chief, well, James gives me a strange look, as if he is calculating something in his head. "You are not going to ask, aren't you? Even if it is eating you inside, you are too polite to do it. Or is it an ingrained protection of attorney-client privilege talking?"

"Ask what?"

"Who you pulled out of that warehouse. Why I flew from DC to get the crew for the job."

"This is your private business. Moreover, we already established that he is not your son."

"Not yet."

The declaration instantly gets Sophie's attention. "You mean…"

"I met Daniel about four years ago. We had a joined training with the Feds. He'd instantly gotten my attention. I set to recruiting him into our ranks and under my command. He refused. I did not let go. Our second conversation happened during a business lunch which was interrupted by my dear Olivia, who decided to surprise me with a home trip during her first year of college.

"The attraction was instantaneous and mutual. I didn't believe they would last. The age difference, the distance, Daniel's constant unavailability due to undercover work… But they held on. Olivia started her last year when he asked me for permission to propose after she graduates. I granted it on the condition that he would stop going undercover. He agreed, moreover, he swore on it.

"Everything was going fine until Olivia announced her pregnancy with twins before Christmas of her last year. Everybody was overjoyed, they'd gotten engaged with the wedding postponed until the birth. And then complications started. The pregnancy was hard enough that she had to take a sabbatical, and doctors put her on bed rest for the last two months. Any major stress could trigger labor and possible death of all three of them."

"So Olivia doesn't know about any of this."

"She doesn't. And she can't know. All she knows is that he is on assignment and he sends her videos through me every three days. He didn't send one yesterday that's how I knew something happened. Daniel never forgets to send Olivia's messages."

"Did you come to us because you needed speedy actions the official channels wouldn't provide or because his handler was dirty? Did you know about it? Hardison uncovered all of the handler's dirty financial dealings."

"I suspected. But I hoped they were not crazy enough to attack me through my family. I didn't believe those paper pushers had the gall to endanger human lives. I was wrong."

My head reels from the revelations of the last ten minutes. We wanted the truth and we've got it. And the ugliest truth is yet to come. "So the real target was you?"

"Yes, some powerful people do not want me around the office anymore. That's why they made it so that Daniel was forced into this long-term undercover assignment despite his protests, but he could not refuse a direct order. They decided to break them to break me. They failed."

"You need assistance to break them? It is what we do, you know."

"I am very well aware, Miss Devereaux. But our dealings have reached their end game. Although, it would be beneficial to you for me to remain where I am."

"Why? Our previous arrangement has run its course."

And the dots finally started to connect in my head. A man of high standing in a law enforcement agency that is not the FBI and to whom Sophie owes a great personal debt for something that is not needed anymore. "Was it about Astrid?"

Sophie swivels toward me so fast I am happy her skirt does not get ripped. "What does Astrid have to do with anything?" she questions in a strained voice.

"You sure, you still want to keep this under wraps, Sophie? You know, Mister Wilson, she didn't even tell her husband about her stepdaughter. Were you that ashamed of her being Interpol or you were ashamed of what she would find about you?"

"And it was your task to keep her as far from that knowledge as possible!"

"I did my best, but she is a good investigator. Even without your delivering some of the big baddies to her doorstep. I passed that information for you, even if that was not part of our deal."

"Is it true, Sophie? You would've never told us about Astrid if men from your past hadn't returned for vengeance?" I understand that family members can be perceived as a weakness, a liability to be used, but surely the members of her crew can be relied upon not to disclose such vulnerabilities. And Sophie didn't even tell her husband whom she loved very much as I was told on multiple occasions by various people. Was it truly about shame… or guilt of leaving the girl she loved as her own?

"Thieves don't talk about before, Harry."

Our revealing conversation is interrupted by the appearance of a nurse, who is requesting information about Daniel and James leaves with her to complete the paperwork. Sophie and I remain in the room not knowing what to say. Between James's confession about Daniel being his future son-in-law and his mitigating between Sophie and her Interpol stepdaughter in total secrecy from everybody, I am overwhelmed with the information I desired but now have no understanding of how to process and live with.

We sit in tense silence until James's reappearance with coffee cups of all things. We are the ones who are supposed to support him and he brings us coffee. At least his countenance is somewhat joyful, so the nurse must've shared good news regarding Daniel.

"The surgery was a success?" I ask, accepting the large cup of coffee, realizing I am quite hungry and had nothing in my stomach since a couple of sips of whisky. And even a good whisky cannot keep the stomach full.

"Not yet, but they are halfway through and will settle him in a room in a couple of hours. You don't need to stay any longer."

We clearly don't need to, but something feels unfinished. We are stepping away from the situation that is no less dangerous than it was in the beginning. "What will happen next? Will there be further threats against you? And what will happen to Daniel? And the corrupt handler?"

"They will be dealt with in due time and with due process. And if you are proposing help then I respectfully decline, because poking corrupt Interpol officers leads to them poking you back and I won't be able-"

James cuts himself off with an excuse to sip his coffee, but both Sophie and I are on instant alert. Something does not sit well with that phrase.

"Won't be able to do what, James? And don't say this is none of our concern because it clearly is," Sophie latches on.

James continues to drink his coffee, weighing his options. Finally, he comes to a decision. "I will tell you, but… you must understand that in no way I am doing it to entrap you… or use this against you in the future. I am just informing you of the facts, particularly since my retirement is imminent. I am not going to be ousted, but I will leave on my own terms.

"Sophie and I made our arrangement close to five years ago when Astrid joined Interpol at its lowest level. Despite them being married, I was sworn to keep this from Nate. Which I did. However… Before he passed, Nate asked me to visit him… without his wife's knowledge. He wanted to say goodbye, but also… Nate knew that sooner or later his widow would return to her true stage. He made me swear that I would keep her crew off law enforcement's radar. The other parts of Leverage International were not included in the deal, but so far they have not attracted global attention, since nobody managed to connect the individual cases. He also made me swear never to tell you, Sophie."

Sophie is clearly in shock unable to process the stark truth. "But what did you get out of it, James?"

"Should I always gain something out of any deal I make?"

Frankly, James does very much look like a man who does nothing altruistically. But whatever else he wants to add, is interrupted by a nurse yet again. It looks like a long discussion and I lead Sophie out of the room since it is time for us to depart, but she is not in any condition to make a rational decision because of the shocked stupor she is in. Was it because of the mentioning of her husband – the wound that is still healing – or because of his parting gift? Or because of the revelation she has been protected by the man she despised but had to cooperate with due to circumstances?

Sophie remains mute the whole way to the airport, the wait for the flight, and during the whole duration of the flight. I try to entertain and console her in any way I can, but nothing brings her out of her shell. Will the shadow of Nate Ford always hover over her?

….

Several months pass by. The nameless client and the job in New Jersey are never mentioned as if it was just another job done and forgotten. As far as I understand, Interpol keeping tabs on us for our own protection is not mentioned either. There were talks about moving since we were discovered in such a manner, but Sophie put those fears to rest. Why? Because she wants to have the protection for the short time it's available? Upon our return, she asked me not to share James's circumstances with anybody else, deeming it private. I didn't agree, because that way our former client remained an antagonistic figure, and any future relationship will be painted with that color. And the guy wasn't that bad if he allowed somebody to get close enough.

In conclusion, Sophie forbade me to share anything that happened while we remained at the hospital. I understand her wish not to rock the boat and to move on with our lives, but the job feels unfinished. Thus life goes on with one successful job after the other, my daughter still doesn't like her room in the basement, at least Sophie doesn't call me Mister Wilson anymore.

One day I receive a text message with a photo attached. It's an unknown number, so I am skeptical, but I hardly receive any calls anymore since quitting my practice. So I tap it open. The message says: 'Don't wait too long.' The attachment is a wedding photo. It looks like a traditional group photo of the wedding party, but with a special addition – a twin baby stroller beside the newlyweds.

I zoom in on the faces of the married couple, and indeed see Daniel, hardly recognizable without the grime and blood on his face. Beside him is a gorgeous blond bride, who must be James's daughter Olivia. The couple is flanked by parents as per custom. At the bride's side stands James, also hardly recognizable because of the wide happy smile on his face. Hopefully, the corruption mess was properly resolved without any damage to him or his family. Beside him stands another gorgeous blond – probably his wife. Lucky bastard.

"What are you smiling so widely at?" Sophie asks from behind me.

Secret or not, I can't help but want to share the happy ending of the job that started so sourly. "Look! The delivery went without complications. Everyone looks very happy."

Sophie looks at the screen and grabs onto my shoulder to steady herself. Is she close to fainting? "Who is that?" she asks pointing at the woman beside James.

"Must be his wife. And yes, he did tell me back then that he had remarried."

"No, this is not possible," Sophie muttered, stumbling to the center of the room and practically falling on the chair beside Breanna. "Can you get me marriage records?"

"Those are public-" Breanna stops seeing Sophie's agitated state. "Whose?" the girl throws already typing at her laptop with inhuman speed, not even taking out the licorice stick she is chewing on, or whatever is the flavor of the week.

"Just get me to the database, I'll check myself."

Breanna gets to the right website and pushes the laptop toward Sophie. I watch from over Sophie's shoulder how she starts to type the name, erases it and tries again. Only the third attempt is successful. What made her so out of sorts? And then it dawns on me… The conversation I overheard between James and his wife! Sophie must know her. But the reaction is just too much for any acquaintance. It couldn't be some lost sister, could it?

Sophie reads the names on the marriage license thrice before she closes the site, so I have time to gleam that James Sterling had gotten married almost six years ago to Maggie Collins.

"So who is Maggie Collins?" I ask to finally disperse the suspense because Sophie managed to wind me up too. She murmurs something under her breath, but I don't hear anything. "Who?"

"Nate's ex-wife," Sophie whispers as if the words are taboo.

Now this gives my conversation with James a whole new spin. Whatever he was saying about Nate Ford – he was speaking from experience. If one wife could move on, then surely the other can too, even if their circumstances are very different. Still, it was not completely impossible. Or out of reach for that matter, if one reaches out.

"I have the impression that you do not approve."

"It is not my place to approve or not, Harry. It is just so bizarre… I keep thinking… Did Nate know? He didn't say a word to me about it. The only time we even mentioned James Sterling was when I tried to covertly get his contact information out of Nate to contact James about Astrid and not to tip Nate off. Do you think, what he said in the hospital is true? Did Nate really make him watch over us?"

"You don't believe James did? Still does?"

"If Nate did know, could he have leveraged it against James? Like you took one wife so take care of the other one too? Because I can't imagine James Sterling compromising himself like this. One thing is being dirty and gaining something out of it, but just opening oneself to charges of conspiring with criminals without anything in return…"

"And what did he gain from keeping tabs on Astrid?"

"Nothing concrete. I did give some information to make a couple of major arrests. He's a bureaucrat dealing with policies and such, so nothing I could help him with. The fact that he held my greatest weakness in his hands, was quite enough."

"I have a confession to make. Upon our return from New Jersey, I asked Breanna to find the files from the Dubai job. When I read the background documents, I understood a lot more about what actually went down there and after. It is purely my speculation, but I think that when you turned to James for help about your stepdaughter, he saw a mother who regretted abandoning her daughter but had to because of unforeseen circumstances. Because he also had to leave his daughter after his divorce. As a divorcee with my ex having full custody of my girl, I very much understand the pain he went through. The same way he understood yours. There is always the guilt and the shame you don't want your child to know about. Know about how you failed at being a spouse, a parent, failed them. And so he agreed to help you fulfill your role of a parent in a way you choose to – protecting Astrid from the stain of your criminal past. It was a misguided choice, but it was what you decided to do and he didn't protest that."

"So you think there was no threat?"

"He rushed to the threshold of people who hate him to save his daughter's fiancée, for Christ's sake! He was ready to face Elliot to get your cooperation. I don't know what was the relationship between James and Nate Ford, but if a dying man asks him to come and asks James to look after his wife, then the request stems from trust and respect. Nate wouldn't entrust the woman he loved to someone who could hurt her, would he?"

"Even after all these years, Nate can still surprise me," Sophie remarked with a dreamy smile. She must be recalling a particular moment of her married life.

How long will I have to wait?

…..

After several days of indecision, I reply to the text from James with congratulations to the newlyweds and him becoming a grandfather. Later on the same day, I receive a reply: 'Have you asked her out yet?'

I am shocked at the sheer gall of the man. Who does he think he is to make such demands?! I type a vicious reply: 'Maybe since you married Nate's ex, care to share some tips?' And then erase it. Because James already did – he told me to love her and not think about anything else.

So I snap a photo of two pieces of paper that hold my fate and send it to James with the caption 'Working on it'. Now to present those same pieces of carbon to Sophie. Which is a considerably more daunting task. I chose the date way into the run so I would have to get the courage to approach her and time is running out. But I can't help but feel like a teenager asking his crush to prom.

Sophie is a great woman, but she could be… a bit inapproachable at times, particularly on the job. She is taking the role of the mastermind so seriously that it has become another 'role' for her. Thus it is difficult to discern when she is just Sophie with whom I could discuss things unrelated to the jobs.

But I am not about to give up – and not because James Sterling is taunting me with texts, he was very much silent on any matter – so one day after another incredible job is finished, I ask Sophie if I can talk to her in private.

"A production of 'Much Ado about Nothing' is in town for the next two months," I get to the point right from the get-go before I lose my nerve. "Would you like to go? With me. I mean just the two of us. … Like a date. But if it is too soon, we can just go as colleagues and enjoy the performance. I am sure we will enjoy it either way, but-"

"I would love to."

I am taken aback by the swift and simple answer. I was sure, I would need to do a long and elaborate dance to convince her to give me – us – a chance. I could've never imagined that she would agree without any extra explanation or excuses. "Are you sure?" I ask a dumb question close to self-sabotaging myself.

"I am sure, Harry. … I wasn't at first. Even after taking the ring off. I did notice the change in your disposition toward me, but was not sure if your admiration was for Sophie the grifter or Sophie the woman."

"I greatly respect the former and would like to get to know the latter better."

"You see, Nate and I… we waited for too long before getting together. We were afraid of getting over the professional barrier, of changing the crew's dynamics, and whatever else we thought up, wasting precious years of happiness. I don't want to commit the same mistake again. Although… I was starting to think about making the first move since you were dragging your feet." Sophie's smile reassures me that I didn't mess up too much.

"So pick you up at six?"

Her enthusiastic nod is all that I need to feel as the king of the world.

….

So jobs and dates come and go during the next months. Both activities are successful to one degree or another. The crew was not particularly happy about Sophie and I starting to date for obvious reasons, but once again preferred to stay out of each other's private business. Alex and Parker's relationship drama provides enough entertainment for everybody.

We have all kinds of clients, but none of them behave the way James Sterling invaded our lives all those months ago. Some evenings, while enjoying a glass of whiskey, I recall the bossy man. Until one day I receive a call from an unknown number. Sophie and I are getting ready at my place (where she has been spending considerable time as of late) to meet the crew at HQ and the client with some urgent job, so the call is most unwelcome.

"Yeah," I bark into the receiver, one arm in the coat's sleeve and trying to get the other one in without dropping the phone.

"I… I am sorry," comes a tiny voice in between sobs. "I am Maggie… Maggie Sterling. He told me not to call, but I truly don't know what to do anymore." And the sobbing continues.

I grab Sophie's arm to get her back into the house, to which she, of course, protests, but I put the call on speaker. "What happened, Maggie?" The name instantly grabs Sophie's attention.

"They set him up. Got arrested yesterday without bail. This is just crazy! I don't understand how this can be happening!"

"What charges? Embezzlement, corruption, aiding and abetting?"

"Treason," is said so softly we barely hear it.

"Shit! Text me your address, I am coming over. I'll do everything in my power to clear James's name."

I hang up and turn on my heels to head in the opposite direction of the exit and Sophie to grab the carry-on that is always ready for travel.

"What's going on, Harry?"

"Sorry, Sophie, but I am calling it. I know there is bad blood between the crew and James Sterling, but I can't just leave this like that. The guy had just got his family proper and they are screwing him over one-two years before retirement?! Whatever arrogant bastard James Sterling is, I owe him my happiness. If I can't represent him, I will find somebody who is capable enough. Treason of all things!"

"Sterling is pretty much a paper-pusher and policy maker. How in the world did they make it stick?"

"Must be some powerful bastards." I start filling up another suitcase with clothes since this job is clearly going to take more than a couple of days. "I am fine with going alone since the crew are not a fan of James, to put it mildly, and-"

"No, I am coming too, Harry. And I'll drag Hardison and Parker along because I have a gut feeling, we will need them. Brianna and Elliot can deal with our current client. I owe Sterling my happiness too, so…"

"You do?" The warm feeling that encompasses me from head to toe is a familiar one. I came to associate it with Sophie, her caressing voice, her attentive gestures, the playful spark in her dark eyes… With each day she envokes the old me – the youthful and hopeful me, the one free from the corporate lawyer grime – more and more. "You are happy? With me?" Could I truly be enough for this magnificent woman?

"I wouldn't be here otherwise, Harry."

That special smile appears on her lips and I forget where I am, what I am doing, and the urgency of the situation that made me ransack my closet. To quote James, Sophie may have gotten her claws into my heart, but I do not mind in the least.

"Never thought I'd say it, but let's steal Chief Inspector of Interpol. Gosh, that's a mouthful. First, let's go to get my things – I do need to keep more of my stuff here – and you book the flight while I pack, okay, Harry? Let's hope Elliot is not at the HQ when I drop this bomb. This is going to be another crazy one."

I have no problem with either proposition, especially since Sophie keeps holding onto the crook of my elbow all the way to the car like this is the only place she wants to be.

Stealing an Interpol Inspector? Just another job for Leverage International.

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I am a bit Sterling/Maggie shipper, so I couldn't help myself.