“The ones showing the exact chemical levels in the blood samples you smuggled out,” he said.

“Thank you, Evan,” I said.

“I did it for her,” Evan said, his eyes softening for a second.

“And for the baby,” he said.

“He deserved a chance,” Evan added.

Lorenzo took the portfolio from Evan’s hands.

“You did the right thing, Morris,” Lorenzo said.

“My lawyers will ensure your cooperation is fully recognized by the prosecutor,” Lorenzo said.

Evan nodded once, looking relieved, then turned and walked back toward the police car.

The heavy iron gates began to slide shut again, sealing the world out.

The red taillights of the sedan faded down the long, winding road toward the highway.

The driveway was empty now, save for the dry leaves scraping against the stone.

Lorenzo stood in the darkness, his breath rising in white plumes.

He looked down at the gun in his hand, then tucked it into his waistband.

“It is over,” he said.

“Let us go inside,” I said.

“Leo is waiting,” I added.

We walked back toward the massive oak doors of the mansion.