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which were old and a bit sticky from a lack of maintenance but opened for him in less than a minute.

He went inside and closed the door behind him.

The phone was also old, with an actual bell somewhere inside the housing, and he crept down a long wood-floored hallway with a dark staircase on his right.

An opening on the left showed a shabby living room with sagging furniture and stacks of old newspapers.

The ringing kept going, deeper in the building, and between rings Bruder heard the creak of feet on floorboards coming from the same direction.

The hallway emptied into a kitchen, and when Bruder looked through the opening he saw an old man, once strong but now stooped, dragging an oxygen tank behind him for the last steps to the phone.

He wore an open bathrobe over pajamas that might have been silk at one time but had lost the shine.

He picked up the phone and barked a question in Romanian.

“What?” or “Yes?”

Too short to be “Who the hell is calling me at three thirty in the morning?”

So he was expecting some sort of news.

He didn’t see Bruder until the ugly pistol was already up in his gloved hand.

Bruder squeezed the trigger and the gun spat half of the magazine out at once, a shocking noise in the small kitchen that, outside the brick walls, would sound like somebody nudging furniture across the floor.

Bruder looked at the gun for a moment, a nasty, unsettling little thing, then dropped it on the floor and walked outside where Kershaw was waiting.

He got into the car and they drove away.

Let the Romanians—whoever was left—waste their time figuring that out.

On the way back to the motel room Kershaw said, “I didn’t figure Connelly for a romantic.”

“Surprised me too,” Bruder said.

They had coffee and breakfast sandwiches from a 24-hour fast food drive-through.

The radio was on low, a news station, and so far there was nothing about the compound in Iowa or dead Romanians.

Kershaw said, “You know, romantics, they buy into stuff like honor, and debts of gratitude. Stuff like that.”

Bruder knew where this was headed.

He chewed his sandwich and waited.

Kershaw said, “And I figure Connelly was a stand-up guy before all of this. A solid crew member. But now, I’m not worried at all about him saying anything to anybody. Same goes for Nora. Not after what we did for them.”

“We didn’t do it for them,” Bruder said.

“Doesn’t matter to a romantic.”

“Good point,” Bruder said.

Then, “They need to get their own room.”

Thursday morning at 10:30 they got back to the motel in Minnesota and found the new luggage lined up along the front wall of Rison’s room with small gaps between each share.

Bruder looked into the adjoining room and found it empty, the beds undisturbed.

“Where are they?”

“Got another room,” Rison said. “We didn’t know when you’d be getting back, figured you might want to crash.”

Kershaw told Bruder, “See?”

Rison waited for an explanation about that, and when he didn’t get one said, “You can use this room too. I’m heading out.”

Bruder pointed at the suitcases.

“How’d we do?”

“Just under three million apiece. Less than the fourteen total we’d hoped for, but not too shabby.”

Kershaw nodded.

“Connelly say how he’s going to split his with Nora?”

“Tell you the truth, I don’t think they’ll split it at all. I think it’s their nest egg. Or, what do you call it? A dowry?”

They thought about that for a moment, how it might turn out and if it meant anything to them.

Finally Rison said, “There’s a diner on the other side of the parking lot, I think they serve breakfast all day.”

They shook hands and Rison carried his luggage to the car he’d staged for himself, another forgettable sedan, and drove away.

Bruder was thinking about another shower when someone knocked on the door.

Kershaw checked through the front window, then opened the door for Connelly and Nora.

They looked fresh and well-scrubbed, Nora wearing the same clothes and without any sort of makeup or work done on her hair.

They looked, Bruder decided, like a young couple excited for whatever the day brought.

Picking apples, maybe.

Kershaw closed the door and asked, “How you two doing?”

He was being polite, but also checking in with Connelly, not wanting to come right out with it in front of Nora, just in case.

“We’re good,” Connelly said, and gave small nods to both Bruder and Kershaw, letting them know it was true.

“Heading to Minneapolis?” Bruder said.

“Not sure yet,” Connelly said, looking at Nora.

It was the right thing to say.

Whether Bruder was just making conversation—unlikely—or looking to find out where they’d be if he needed to find them sometime soon, Connelly was smart to keep their next stop to himself.

Nora said, “I had a few voicemails on my phone, from Helen and Donna, a couple others. Mostly checking in on me, but also saying the place out on 64th pretty much burned to the ground. The fire department went out but couldn’t do anything. They found a license plate from Illinois, and now everybody’s talking about some kind of gang war.”

Kershaw smiled.

“You call them back?” Bruder asked.

“Not yet. I will, just to let everyone know I’m okay, but I don’t think I’ll see them again. That part of my life is done.”

Bruder believed her.

Connelly picked up their share of luggage.

“I’m set for a while, but when I’m ready for work I’ll reach out to Rison and leave a number. So if something comes up and I can help, you know…”

Nora didn’t seem surprised by this, so they’d either discussed it or there wasn’t any need to.

They turned and walked out, and Bruder noticed something heavy pulling the pocket of Nora’s sweater down.

Her pistol.

Kershaw saw it too and shook his head.

“Romantics.”

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