They were almost to the door when Lisa Livia came out with two pieces of her pink luggage and Carpenter behind her with the other three and a large canvas bag.

“Hey,” Agnes said, and Lisa Livia slowed enough to say, “The wedding was amazing,Ag, especially the part where you blew up my mother’s boat and knocked her ass into the basement. If you’d killed her, it would have been perfect.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, I tried,” Agnes said. “Where are you going?”

“The Caymans,” LL said, and then leaned in and whispered, “Carpenter tossed Brenda’s boat before it blew up and found the numbers to her account. I’m going to go find my money, but I’ll be back. Save Venus for me.”

She kissed Agnes’s cheek and then went down the path toward Maria’s pink Mustang.

Agnes watched Carpenter load the pink luggage and the canvas bag in the trunk. “Where did she get the money for a ticket to the Caymans?” She looked at Joey, who kept his arm around her, as if she’d fall down if he wasn’t there.

“You want to go upstairs and rest,” he said, concern in his voice. “You got the place to yourself now, it’ll be quiet, you can sleep. Maria and Palmer left on their honeymoon, but they said they’d be back in two weeks. Frankie sent his love but he had someplace he had to be.”

“Testifying,” Agnes said, watching Carpenter kiss LL good-bye. “No,” Joey said, and Agnes looked at Shane. “Nobody to testify against,” Shane said. “Nobody to testify for.”

“So, he just left?” Agnes said.

“Yeah,” Joey said, looking at her with worry in his eyes. “Shane said you were okay when he called, but… you okay?”

Agnes nodded. “Concussion and loss of blood. I’ll be fine. Brenda’s in traction, but they have nice hospitals in the prison psych wards, which she’s going to hate. I hear you stay there a long time when you murder somebody and then hit a cop who stays alive to testify.”

Joey snorted. “Hammond. That’ll teach him.”

Lisa Livia honked, and Agnes waved as she drove away, feeling bereft but not too much. She’d be back. They’ll all come back, she thought.

Joey waved and then looked past Agnes to Shane, tightening his arm around her. “You take care of my little Agnes.”

“That’s what I came for,” Shane said, and Joey let go of her.

“I’ll be back out tomorrow for dinner,” he said, and went down the steps, nodding to Carpenter as he passed him on his way up.

“How are you?” Carpenter said to Agnes, meaning every word.

“Good,” Agnes said. “I am good. Well, I have to write my column this afternoon but…”

“Everything is fine here,” Carpenter said. “Garth has everything under control.”

“Amazing,” Agnes said.

Carpenter nodded. “I have to go to Washington for a few days. They need a cleaner. Different kind of cleaning than I’m used to, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“You’re taking Wilson’s place,” Shane said.

“We’ll see.” Carpenter smiled. “Stay centered.”

“Hard not to here,” Shane said. “You’ll be back?”

“Yes,” Carpenter said.

“I’m feeling much better, then,” Agnes said, but she was actually starting to feel worse, her head beginning to throb again.

“Upstairs,” Shane said, and steered her inside and up two flights of stairs to the cool blue bedroom, Rhett padding patiently behind them.

In the middle of the big bed was a large canvas bag.

“I think that’s yours,” Agnes said, and lay down on the bed because her head really hurt

Shane picked the bag up and opened it. It was, not surprisingly, full of money. “Why me?”

“I’m guessing that’s half of Joey’s half of the take from the five mil Frankie came back to get from the basement,” Agnes said, and Shane sat down.

“Five million,” he said. “Frankie got twenty percent, Joey got twenty, and Four Wheels got ten. And the Don got fifty. Except the Don isn’t getting fifty.”

“So Frankie and Joey get two million each.” Agnes rubbed her forehead carefully. “Frankie split his with Lisa Livia, and she’s taking her mil and going down to the Caymans to see what her mother did with her money. And Joey took his two million and split it with you.”

Shane took a handful of bills out of the bag. “We can finish the bathroom. And I’d like a boat”

“The IRS is watching you. Spend it slow.” Agnes closed her eyes. Then she started to laugh.

“What?” He crawled onto the bed beside her, and Rhett collapsed in a patch of sunshine under the low windows and sighed himself into sleep.

“Frankie and Joey are honorable guys, right?” she said, snuggling against him.

“Right,” he said, his voice exhausted. “Garth’s a millionaire.”

He laughed, too, warm beside her, and then he stopped, and she looked up at him. “What?”

“Carpenter said this thing to me.” He settled closer to her. “Happiness in the world?”

“Oh, yeah.” Agnes smiled against his shoulder. “Contentment with the past, happiness in the present, and hope for the future. It was in the wedding vows.”

“He said when I had that, I’d be able to talk to you.”

“Oh. Well, all things in good time.”

“I’m close.” Shane yawned. “I’m close to the middle one, I think. And the last one, I’ve got that.” He closed his eyes as his hand rested on her waist. “Nah,” he said, and yawned again. “I’m good with all of them.”

She watched him as his breathing slowed and he slept, and then she curled close to him thinking, I’m good with them, too.

Outside the windows, the sun came up over the Blood River, and Cerise and Hot Pink honked their fury as Butch loaded them onto the truck. Beyond the truck, Garth showed Tara around the kitchen in the barn and stole a kiss and kept his mouth shut about a million dollars. Farther up the road, the rest of the Thibaults went about their lives in total ignorance of the indoor plumbing that was about to come their way. And farther still up the road, Joey opened the diner and began to make breakfast for the shrimpers and for Xavier and Evie on their way out of town.

It was a damn fine morning.