“You were going to kill me.”
“I loved you.”
“You changed the insurance policy.”
His eyes flicked toward the detonator.
“Press the button,” he urged. “If I can’t have the company, none of them should.”
Elena looked at me.
For a terrible second, I could not tell what she would do.
Then she removed the magazine from the gun, cleared the chamber exactly as the officers had taught her, and tossed both pieces in opposite directions.
“No,” she said. “I’m done being useful.”
Julian roared and charged her.
Police burst through the house.
He was thrown to the ground three feet from the pistol.
The detonator cracked beneath an officer’s boot.
It had never been connected to anything.
Julian’s final act of terror had been as empty as his promises.
Six months later, he pleaded guilty to conspiracy to commit murder, insurance fraud, forgery, financial crimes, and escape from custody.
Beatrice was convicted of Daniel’s murder.
Harold received a reduced sentence for his cooperation.
Elena entered witness protection after testifying against all three of them. Before she left, she returned my emerald robe in an evidence bag.
I never wore it again.
I had it cut into narrow strips and sewn into the lining of six new coats—one for every woman’s shelter funded by the liquidation of Julian’s hidden accounts.
Mercer Aeronautics became Vale Meridian.
I kept the engineers.
I paid the employees.
I shut down the divisions built on fraud and reopened the research program my father and uncle had once dreamed of creating.
Adrian was formally cleared of every charge.
Celeste returned home.
Not to the old life.
That life was gone.
