She had realized the federal government had enough evidence to keep her behind bars for the rest of her life.

Next was Brandon’s attorney.

“Guilty, Your Honor,” he said.

Finally, Ethan’s lawyer stood up.

“My client pleads guilty to the charges of conspiracy and domestic assault,” he said.

The prosecutor then stood to address the court regarding sentencing guidelines.

He detailed the cooperation of Dr. Reeves and the recovery of the ledger from the Prescott study.

Every piece of evidence I had fought to secure was now a matter of public record.

The Prescott empire was being dismantled, brick by brick, in front of everyone.

The judge looked at the defendants.

“Sentencing will be set for next month,” Judge Vance said.

“In the meantime, bail is denied.”

“The defendants will remain in federal custody.”

He banged his gavel.

The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot.

The marshals immediately began turning the defendants back toward the side door.

As Margaret Prescott was led away, she turned her head and looked at me.

Our eyes met across the courtroom.

She saw my uniform.