She looked up at him, expression tensing along with his gut.“She’s downstairs.Says she has something we need to see.”
Chapter Forty
Four days later
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Hard to believe ithad all come down to this.
“Sweetheart, it’s time,” Tristan said quietly beside her.
Coming out of her thoughts, Cassie squeezed his hand in acknowledgment and started for the elevator bank across the lobby.They rode up to the top floor together in silence while she gathered her thoughts.
This was it.The final piece needed to get closure.And justice.
Stepping off the elevator, she paused to take in the view outside the high-rise window.Far below them, the Vegas strip spread out in all its extravagant, decadent glory, glittering in the desert sunshine.It was both beautiful and repulsive to her.So many memories, good and bad.
She was ready to put this chapter behind her for good.
She could feel Tristan’s gaze on her as he stood beside her, his arm still bound tightly to his chest.He’d been her rock since Ivy had given her the confirmation she’d dreaded, helping her plan everything and put all the necessary arrangements into place to make this happen.
“You ready?”he asked her quietly.
Was she ready to face the last of her demons?To confront this last ugly part so she could truly move on?
She took a deep breath.Nodded.I’m ready.“Yes.”
Pulling her hand free of his, she turned and strode down the hallway, heading for the closed double doors at the far end.Four FBI agents in navy windbreakers were waiting next to it.They nodded at her and in that moment, all the anxiety and dread she’d been feeling since the meeting with Ivy dropped away.
She was the one to open the door and march inside the office.The uniformed receptionist behind the desk to the left stood, blinking at her in surprise.
All activity inside the spacious office ceased immediately.Cassie saw more familiar faces scattered around.Ignored them all as she strode purposefully to the closed office door at the far side.
She stopped beside it, folded her arms, and watched as the Feds entered unannounced.
Commissioner Issacs shot to his feet behind his desk, frowning in confusion.“What’s this?What’s happening?”
