“Cut,” Cross said, switching off the camera.
The room was heavy with the weight of the confession. Cross spent ten minutes reviewing the digital file, ensuring every element of the RICO statute was satisfied.
“It’s a masterpiece of criminal admission, Alistair,” Cross said, closing his laptop. “The DOJ will be feasting on this for a decade.”
He pulled a document from his briefcase–the immunity agreement. He signed it with a flourish and handed the carbon copy to William.
“Ironclad,” Cross said. “The investigation into the Croft family is officially closed. The government has its villain.”
Cross picked up his hat. He walked past Victoria, who was adjusting Alistair’s IV line. He paused.
“You’re a hell of a nurse, Ms. Vance,” Cross murmured, tipping his hat. “You managed to find a soul in there somewhere. I didn’t think he had one.”
Cross walked out the front door, taking the threat of prison, the audit, and the “Wolf” with him. The family was free.