Broke... Or Am I? (20/22)

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"Well, then, Mrs. Sinclair." Her eyes light up at hearing that. "What shall we do, now that your husband is broke and homeless?"

"Well, about that." She gives me an impish grin.

"Should I be scared?"

She looks thoughtful for a moment, then says, "No. No, I'm pretty sure you don't need to be."

I frown. "'Pretty sure'?" Then it clicks. "What did you do?"

"Well, since my connection is untraceable... Well, for another day or two, anyway... I kind of borrowed some money."

"From who?" I ask before deciding if I want to know or not.

That grin gets wider. "Let's just say there are a few members of the Mafia, Yakuza, and Hell's Angels who made some sizable charitable donations. They probably won't notice there's some extra missing."

"How much extra?"

"Mr. Sinclair is worth approximately $73 million."

After all the crazy of just the one day, my brain finally gives out, and I faint, dead away.


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