As the steel handcuffs clicked tightly around Julian's wrists, Victoria tried to slip away toward the hotel entrance. A second agent stepped smoothly into her path, holding up a badge. "Victoria Vance? You're coming with us as well."
The sidewalk outside The Pierre became a stage for their ultimate downfall as both Julian and Victoria were escorted toward the waiting federal vehicles under the watchful gaze of hotel guests and passersby.
Evelyn wrapped her arm around Maya's shoulders, guiding her gently toward the open door of the black Lincoln Navigator.
"Let's go home, Maya," Evelyn whispered tenderly.
Maya stepped into the warm, plush interior of the SUV. The cabin smelled of fresh leather and soft lavender. She sank into the deep leather seat, letting out a long, quiet breath that felt like releasing two years of hidden burden.
Evelyn slid into the seat beside her, closing the heavy door with a solid, satisfying thud that sealed out the noise of Fifth Avenue.
The SUV pulled smoothly away from the curb, its tinted windows reflecting the grey Manhattan skyline as it glided uptown toward peace, security, and a new beginning.