Chapter 15
The Canadian federal police and local maritime authorities arrived at Meridian Tower within twenty minutes, quietly escorting Viktor Vance’s broken, unconscious form away from the property for good. The Montreal syndicate, leaderless and discredited, dissolved before sunrise.
By dawn, the penthouse had returned to an absolute, peaceful silence. Nessa stood out on the wide, glass-panelled balcony, watching the first rays of golden sunlight break across the calm waters of Lake Ontario. The air was crisp, clean, and entirely free of shadows.
Ezra walked out behind her, wrapping a warm cashmere blanket around her shoulders and pulling her gently against his chest. "The authorities have locked down the remaining Montreal assets. Vance is facing a minimum of twenty years. It’s finally over, Nessa."
Nessa turned around in his arms, resting her hands against his chest as she looked up into his clear, warm grey eyes. "It was over the moment you stepped into that gallery and tried to hand me four hundred-dollar bills."
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Ezra laughed softly, resting his forehead against hers. "The most expensive four hundred dollars I ever spent."
"And the best investment you’ll ever make," she whispered, rising slightly on her tiptoes.
