Epilogue
Four months later
Nico put a carved pumpkin on the stairs. The October wind was chilling, but he didn’t care. He breathed in the night and glanced down the road, hoping to see the headlights of Matt’s car.
He’d moved into Matt’s house two weeks ago. After his apartment had been ransacked, he’d never been at ease there, and spent most of his time at Matt’s place anyway. Keeping the apartment was stupid.
Mr. Cheekbones and his crew had been found guilty of the break-in, the kidnapping, and blowing up the cabin. Apparently, they were connected to the Ukrainian mafia, so Nico was lucky to be alive. How they knew the banjo was in Halsworthy, they hadn’t been able to figure out, but it didn’t much matter. They were all locked up, and Nico could breathe easier because of it.
Ligh
