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"Merry Christmas," Peter said with more cheer than he was feeling as he removed the tracking anklet from Neal for the final time.
It was Christmas Eve and the paperwork had miraculously cleared before the upcoming federal holidays. Neal was a free man and nothing was keeping him in New York.
"What's your plan? Europe? Asia? You ever been in Australia?" Peter had been asking for weeks, but Neal would inevitably change the topic.
"Allegedly Australia isn't all it's cracked up to be. But I do like Brooklyn this time of year. Especially if the Marshals don't know I'm there."