“She knew exactly where you hid the secondary ledger.”

The color completely drained from his face.

He looked at the empty leather chairs, then at the fire, and finally at his wife, who stood firmly by my side.

He was completely alone.

The agent stepped forward with the handcuffs.

“Hands behind your back, sir,” the agent said.

Gregory did not move for a long moment, his eyes darting to the glass doors leading to the terrace.

But two more armed agents stood outside on the patio, their tactical vests visible through the glass.

Slowly, Gregory turned around and placed his hands behind his back.

The metallic click of the handcuffs felt like a closing door on a thirty-year lie.

Eleanor did not look away as they led him out of the room.

She held my hand, her grip tight and trembling.

“It’s finally happening,” she whispered.

“We still have work to do,” I said, looking down at her.

“The papers will be filed tomorrow.”

“I am changing my name back to Hayes.”

She nodded, a small, sad smile touching her lips.

“I want to help you,” she said.