He put Ryan's pistol in his briefcase then carried it out to his Mercedes where he stowed it in the trunk. Before closing the lid, he opened the briefcase and checked the action. It was loaded with one in the barrel. Nice gun, he thought and with the 14 round clip, more than adequate. He ran his fingers along the oiled satin. I smiled while stabbing a nicely oiled chunk of butternut squash with my fork. “So you were listening.” Anna's hard edge softened a bit. “Honey, of course I was listening. Just because I'm pissed at you doesn't mean I've stopped caring.” “ Understood.” Anna shook her head. “No, I'm not certain you do. So tell me, is your job. He was the reason for the fragmenting of Hugo Canfield's organized and well- oiled machine. Because of Cooper, Canfield had lost merchandise, money and people. His reputation had been tarnished and so had his credibility. If the news spread to his potential new partners it might sour their decision to do business with.