He cleared his throat and stepped back. “I was only saving myself. You have the account number where I can access my money. Money is necessary to my lifestyle, and I don’t merely mean to buy clothes. Money protects a man like me.”

She pulled the account numbers out of her pocket. They were written on a pink sticky note and she’d finished it off with a heart. “Here are the four I remembered. I don’t know which is yours.”

“I can figure it out from here and move the money quickly,” he said with a long sigh. “Then you can be as honest as you need to be if the time comes for you to testify. It won’t matter because I’ll be gone and so will my money. The rest will be sitting there to help incriminate whoever needs to be. I’ll lay low after I do what I need to do.”

“So this might not be over.” Remy reached out for her hand, tangling their fingers together.

“I promise you this is finished, Mr. Guidry,” Biondo said solemnly. “I will handle everything from here. If the wheels of justice don’t move quickly enough, it’s up to men like me to hurry things along. No one will come after the lovely Ms. Daley. She was trying to do something right and good. That should not be punished.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vorenus.”

He stopped, going still again, but not in any kind of an awkward way. Nope. This was the predator Remy was worried about and she didn’t have a death wish.

Remy moved in front of her again. “She has no intentions of telling anyone.”

His eyes came up and there was such a chill there for a moment, and then it seemed to pass. His shoulders relaxed and a reluctant smile crossed his face. “Mr. Taggart, I presume. As you haven’t brought a law enforcement team with you, I assume it was for his curiosity alone.”

“The boss is a curious man, but he also knows what it means to have a job to do,” Remy replied. “Ian’s got his own family connections.”

“Yes, the Denisovitch Syndicate. He’s an interesting man, your boss. As long as he understands the world is not so black and white, we will be fine. You know it’s been a very long time since someone said my name. Funny thing, my name. Where I come from it’s attached to many interesting stories. Perhaps you will vacation one day in Venice and hear about how my family was descended from a vampire. Take the ghost tour and if I am in town, I will show you my city.” He looked around. “You know, I’m really more of an urban assassin. Next time we meet perhaps it will be more civilized. Arrivederci, sii felice.”