Eleanor’s face drained of what little color it had left.

“The Swiss authorities have already cooperated,” I added, my voice cold. “Your Swiss banker sang to save his own skin.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

The agents guided her toward the holding facility, her heels clicking weakly on the wet concrete.

I watched her go, feeling no satisfaction, only a quiet sense of utility.

The physical threat to the children was legally neutralized.

The family fortune, worth hundreds of millions, would be fully restored to the trust under the children’s names by tomorrow morning.

I turned back to my SUV.

Lily was watching me through the tinted rear glass.

I walked over and opened the door.

“Is she gone?” Lily asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“She is gone,” I said. “She will not be coming back.”

Owen looked up from his bear, his small eyes blinking.

“Can we go home now?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “We can go home.”

I reached into my pocket and felt the folded document the family lawyer had sent over an hour ago.