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At the diner, she slowed again. Here they'd shut off the entire road, and were diverting traffic around the block. News helicopters were jostling for airspace overhead. As she went by she could see bright lights and technicians in their scene suits, carrying bags of evidence out to waiting vehicles.

From the next gas station, she made a payphone call. The FBI operator took almost a minute to connect her to a cell.

"Hank," she said, "you bastard."

"Lauren," he said. "Way to break a two-year silence. I'm heading for Chicago. Your work, I assume."

"You're running up here to take the credit?"

"To seize a recording. Seems a woman was caught on camera outside the diner."

"You never meant for me to inform on Jimmy. You sent me in to ruin his luck."

"I never meant for you to marry him either, but you're a woman who can't keep her pants on her ass or her hands off easy money. I never saw a femme so fucking fatale. You're fast and you're toxic and you didn't disappoint. It was a joy to see you burn your way through the entire chain of command in just three days."

"So why rat me out at the end? So no one would get to walk away, including me?"

There was silence.

Then Hank said, "Keep the money, Lauren. You've earned it." And ended the call.

Before leaving the gas station she picked up a new duffel bag. Carl's blood was all over the first.

Later, in a Mom and Pop motel somewhere near Black River Falls, Lauren switched on a bedside light and closed the drapes and laid Felipe's bag on the covers. She opened the zip and reached in to transfer her money.

Lauren pulled out a bundle. It wasn't cash. She unrolled it.

It was a set of chef's whites, rolled up around a set of kitchen knives.

She rummaged about in disbelief but there was nothing else in the bag. Felipe hadn't run with the money.

Felipe had merely run.

She swore. She paced the room for a while. Remembering the sight of those crime scene techs, carrying evidence out of the diner. Then she opened the drapes and stood looking out into the night. The first signs of daylight were beginning to appear in the sky.

She'd have to bury or burn the whites and the duffel bag. But the knives, she'd keep. She'd find a use for them. She would hold onto the BMW for a while longer, but she'd change the plates.

Lauren Blaine stayed at the window for a long time, lost in her own thoughts.

Making her plans for Hank.