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“Yes,” I said. “Instead of five hundred fifty thousand in cash, it’ll be eight hundred and forty-six thousand.”

“Consider it done,” he said. “I’ll draft up the contract.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll be in touch.”

“Thanks again.”

I handed Cash the phone.

His eyes widened in wonder. “Well?”

“People who steal from the rich and give to the poor, are awesome.” I chuckled. “Tell the Prince of Thieves thank you. And, get your paint brushes ready. You just bought a house.”

“We,” he said.

“Huh?

“We bought a house. You said you bought a house. I didn’t buy it. Wedid.”

“Our house,” I said.

“That’s right,” he said. “Our house.”

It had a nice ring to it. I couldn’t wait to say it. Welcome to our home. Or even, hey, we’re free tonight. Would you like to come to our home? We can watch the sunset over the beach.

“I like that,” I said with a smile. “It has a nice ring to it.”