163: Flames

Earlier that day...

Devon pops the suitcase open and stares at the stacks and stacks of cash.

Fuck. This is what he's been waiting for his whole life. He always had a feeling that he'd put his hands on money like this. He's suffered enough. He can't believe he nearly passed this opportunity up simply because he was trying to the nice guy. Being nice never got anyone anything, that's for sure. He's got the proof of that now.

"Is it all there?" Elizabeth asks.

He's not going to count in front of her. He'll never finish in time. If there's anything missing, he's going to let her know when he'll receive the other half of the payment. "It's good for now."

She glances at the paper in her hand, where he wrote down the address to the building. "You're sure about this, aren't you? You wouldn't lie to us."

"They're there. I'm sure Theodora is hiding in there, too. He wouldn't separate them. Trust me, I know how his mind works by now." He practically lived in his ass during this past year, tryin