EPILOGUE

AN: After several requests, thanks guys, I decided to add this little piece. I hope you enjoy.

"You gotta admit, Peter. It explains a lot." Neal said as he sat in Peter's office in front of his desk.

"No, Neal, it doesn't. You're not your father."

"I had to learn to con from somebody." Neal replied.

"Okay," Peter conceded. "…maybe you got that from your father. Maybe you did. But with one notable exception…you're a con with a heart. You care about people, Neal." Peter stressed. "Your father held a gun on you. Then he pulled the trigger. All over a police report. He shot his own flesh and blood over a piece of paper with a little writing on it." Peter paused. "Think about that for a minute."

Neal didn't speak. He just shook his head, and then stared at his hands.

"At any rate, he's doing time for attempted murder. The fact you're part of the FBI added a few years. He got time for killing both his supervisor and Ellen. He will never get out, Neal. He's a murderer. You're not. That's not you."

Neal looked up at Peter. "I don't know, Peter. You know the old saying…the sins of the father…."

THE END (the REAL one.)