Maxine/Fixer POV
Uncle Simon's hugs were comforting, and including Tank in our hug brought a fresh wave of tears, but these were not sad tears, but ones of joy, that Uncle Simon had included my man, my rock, the chosen one, that he was accepted into the family fold, not that I needed that acceptance, but that he had, hit me harder than I had expected.
The safe room wasn't that thrilling, so what, I didn't see all the fuss over old gems, the only part I was interested in was getting into that filing cabinet that we didn't open yet, and more of those journals, history I liked, bling not so much.
We worked as a fine oiled machine; you would think if you were observing us, that we had done this many times, we didn't need to tell each other what to do, we just did it.
Stomachs rumbling had
