Rodriguez steps into view, but not alone. Williams is with him, along with what looks like half the FBI's tactical response unit.
"Deputy Director Harrison Cole," Williams says formally. "You're under arrest."
"This is entrapment!"
"This is justice," Rodriguez corrects. He looks at me, something like pride in his eyes. "Nice work, Castillo."
"I didn't—"
"Sure you did. The ceiling route? That was textbook Quantico training. Led them right into our net."
I hadn't. It was pure survival instinct. But if Rodriguez wants to give me credit for a plan I didn't make...
"Pavel Volkov," Williams continues. "You're also under arrest."
Pavel tries to run. Of course he does. But this time, instead of the Hudson River, he runs straight into Boris and Alexei's team coming through the opposite entrance.
"Going somewhere?" Alexei asks pleasantly.
"This was planned?" I look at Mikhail.
"Not by me. But apparently, my family doesn't trust me to rescue myself anymore."
"Smart family," Mila says, appearing with her ever-present laptop. "By the way, the forty-three women are all safe. Evacuated an hour ago. Hi, Aunt Mariana!"
"Aunt?" I'm still processing Mikhail being alive. Now Mila's calling me aunt?
"Well, you're married to Uncle Misha, so—"
"Focus," Alexei interrupts.
Harrison has given up. As the FBI cuffs him, he looks oddly relieved. "Twenty-three years," he mutters. "I suppose it had to end eventually."
"Your sister," I tell Mikhail quietly. "Anya. Is she—?"
"Safe. In Chicago with medical care." He pulls me against him as chaos continues around us. "It's really over."
"Is it?"
"Harrison's arrested. Pavel's arrested. We have immunity. The women are safe." He touches my stomach gently. "Our babies are safe."
"Babies?" I smile at the certainty with which he says it.
Williams approaches. "Mr. and Mrs. Kozlov, we'll need statements. But given everything, they can wait until you've received medical attention."
"Hospital," Mikhail agrees immediately. "She needs—"
"I need you to stop making decisions for me," I interrupt, but there's no heat in it. "We need to go to the hospital. Together."
As EMTs lead us toward an ambulance, I see them loading Harrison into a federal transport. He catches my eye and mouths something I can't quite make out.
"What did he say?" Mikhail asks.
"I don't know. And I don't care."
But that's a lie. Because it looked like he said, "Check the video again."
The video. Of Mikhail's death. Why would he—
