“Mom?” Ethan looked at Margaret, his eyes wide with sudden terror. “Tell them. Tell them they can’t do this.”

Margaret did not look at her son.

She kept her eyes locked on Agent Carter.

“This is a mistake,” Margaret said. “Marcus Vance left the country.”

“We found his car in a shipping container in the Savannah port yesterday morning,” Agent Carter said. “And we found his remains in a shallow grave on your property in upstate South Carolina three hours ago.”

An agent stepped behind Ethan, grabbing his wrists and pulling them behind his back.

The steel handcuffs clicked shut with a metallic snap.

Ethan winced, his breathing becoming shallow and fast.

“You can’t do this,” Ethan whimpered as the agent began to search his pockets. “I didn’t do anything. It was Brandon’s idea.”

“Shut your mouth, Ethan,” Margaret snapped, her voice finally losing its calm.

Agent Carter turned her attention to Margaret.

“Margaret Prescott, I have a warrant for your arrest as well,” Carter said.

“For what?” Margaret asked, her chin tilting upward.

“Obstruction of justice, conspiracy, and systemic bribery of public officials,” Carter replied.