18
Lucas
“It’s done,” I say, entering Esguerra’s office. “Your in-laws can go home tomorrow if they’re so inclined.”
Over the past week, we’ve exterminated the remnants of Sullivan’s crime family, and the CIA has finally agreed to let Nora’s parents return to their home. After the media nightmare we caused, it took promises of major favors, but Esguerra’s contacts came through for us.
“You got the police chief as well?” Esguerra asks.
I nod, approaching his desk. “His body is dissolving in lye as we speak. He was the last of the moles—Chicago PD is now squeaky clean and vermin-free. Other than a few CIA higher-ups, nobody knows your in-laws were involved in this mess.”
“Excellent.” Esguerra rubs his temples, and I see that he looks unusually tired. Like me, he’s been working nonstop
