“Me neither,” I replied.
Agent Weigmier thought for a moment. “Probably not.”
“But they will be found guilty, right? If anyone could talk her way out of this, it would be her.” Grace’s voice went small.
Point taken. Especially since while we suspected Rosalind was a sigma, we’d never actually got any confirmation. We’d probably never know.
I was okay with that as long as I never had to deal with her.
“There is enough evidence.” Agent Weigmier nodded. “The other brother, having been found not particularly involved, had his memory of the past couple of days wiped and was returned to his world of residence, per your request.”
Oh, she’d asked that? Huh.
“Thank you. Abel will do whatever they tell him to.” Grace nodded. “What about Mrs. Silvers?”
“We wiped her memory, then remanded her to local authorities. But considering they have no memory of Rosalind’s re-appearance, I do believe she was returned home,” he replied.
Okay, well considering Mrs. Silvers could still get in trouble for her role in Grace’s trafficking, and was supposed to be on house arrest until the trial, she probably still wouldn’t get off completely.
“I appreciate you helping us clean up this mess,” he said.
Grace gave him a look. “I didn’t exactly mean to do this. I didn’t know I’d somehow put busting Rosalind in motion. Truly, I thought she was dead.”
“I know.”
Spencer gave him a measured look. “Are you going to erase our memories?”
“Not at this time. You seem trustworthy, and we may need some follow-up. Though I hope very much, respectfully, to never see you again unless by some chance I am returning someone to this world who requires your assistance,” he replied.
Well, that was some relief.
“Is there anything else?” I asked him, looking over at Jira, who was handing Riley things from her bag while talking to Evan.
Agent Weigmier shook his head. “That is all. Jira, we should go.”
Jira stood. “It has been lovely seeing you again. Have a wonderful evening.”
“Thank you,” Grace said softly.
“Yeah, thanks for the candy.” Riley waved.
I walked them to the door. “I appreciate that you didn’t just haul our asses to the station and wipe our memories.”
“Most of it was for her. Take care of her,” Agent Weigmier said.
“We will.” I watched from the doorway as he and Jira got into his weird car and drove off.
Going back to the kitchen, I poured myself some bourbon and joined everyone. Riley was passing around a box of candy.
“That is gross.” Jett made a face.
“I know, right? Try these. They’re fruity.” She handed him something else.
“It’s over. All of that is finally over.” Grace looked relieved.
“Yes. And with the trials—both of Adriana’s and the people who hurt Elaris–coming up, we’ll be able to put so much behind us,” Spencer agreed.
Evan looked thoughtful. “Spencer, did you tell Elaris’ family about the trial?”
