“I have already handed over all of our financial records to the district attorney.”

“I have nothing to hide.”

“But you do.”

Patricia stared at him, her mouth opening slightly as the realization set in.

She had no leverage left.

Every card she had tried to play had been anticipated.

The officer grabbed her arm again, more firmly this time.

He pulled her hands behind her back.

The click of the handcuffs locking into place was incredibly loud in the high foyer.

Martina let out a shaky breath, her fingers tightening around my arm.

“It’s over,” I whispered to her.

“It’s finally over.”

Rosa stepped up beside us, placing a warm, steady hand on Martina’s shoulder.

“The truth always finds its way out, girls,” Rosa said softly.

The other two officers moved to flank Patricia, guiding her toward the heavy front door.

The cold night air rushed into the foyer as the door opened.

Outside, the red and blue lights continued to sweep across the manicured lawns and the stone driveway.

A small crowd of security guards stood near the gates, watching in silence.