“The ledger isn’t complete without his voice.”
Mercer stepped toward her.
Then doors slammed open.
“Federal agents!”
People flooded the warehouse from both sides.
Mercer froze.
Thomas raised his hands calmly.
One of the men beside Mercer tried to run.
He was stopped before reaching the side entrance.
No g/u/nfire.
No chase.
No dramatic @tt/@ck.
Just an old man watching his empire collapse because he had underestimated the woman he believed he still controlled.
A female investigator entered.
I recognized her instantly.
The police officer from my hotel.
“Detective Lane?” I whispered.
She removed her Chicago badge.
“Special Agent Sarah Lane.”
Thomas nodded toward her.
“We’ve been working together for eight months.”
Michael stared at his brother.
“You set this up.”
“I needed Mercer to admit enough in person.”
Mercer looked at Rebecca.
“You betrayed me.”
She shook her head.
“No, Charles.”
Her eyes went to Daniel.
