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And so, what to do with his own remains?

Grant crossed the sallery over the credenza He lifted the few framed photos down from the wall: pictures of himself as a child; the seductive shot of his third ex-wife, RIP; the only picture he had of the Kingsleys; and in the back of the frame, behind the cardboard, was Sam Marx’s diploma from the University of Miami

They had to go

He removed the photos and the diploma from their frames, then put them into the fire Jonathan Bishop wouldn’t need them in Zurich

Grant stirred the fire with a poker Then he took all his backup CDs and broke the clean and would come with him overseas

Bye-bye, Connor Grant

He was panting a little, sweating frolass back to the easy chair in his living roo flames died

As an afterthought he pulled a book on international banking fro and zipped it up

Thetown But he wouldn’t ship out without giving San Francisco a great big kiss good-bye

CHAPTER 81

GRANT LEFT HIS blue-and-white little granny house through the kitchen door and stepped out into the driveway His large canvas duffel bag here he had left it on a luggage trolley beside his old Hyundai

He tossed his travel bag into the front seat, carefully loaded the duffel into the trunk, and folded up the trolley, which he fit into the trunk on top of the duffel

Reaching behind hiun out of his waistband and secured it under the driver’s seat

Done, done, and done

He walked over the gravel drive and out to the front yard