As I sat at a stoplight, I thought how I’d soon be saying goodbye to this town and starting my new life in Boston. It was bittersweet, but it was fitting that Tyler and I were set to start over again somewhere far away from here. I didn’t want our son around any of the troubles of my past. He needed a clean start just as much as I did.
I was still lost in my thoughts as I parked my car in the lot of Richard’s hotel and strolled through the lobby. It was adorned with stunning Christmas decorations, a thirty-foot tree filling the large atrium-like space. A pianist sat by the tree, playing Christmas carols, and vacationers came and went…some in shorts and flip-flops, others in long pants and sweatshirts.
Smiling at a group of tourists, I entered the elevator and took it all the way to the top floor. Exiting when it came to a stop, I walked down the long corridor and approached the door to Richard’s and Jenna’s condo. As I was about to knock, I noticed it was slightly ajar. It could have been nothing, but after recent events, I no longer believed in coincidences.
“Hello?” I yelled out, knocking on the opened door. I waited for an answer but none came. Alarm bells went off, but my curiosity got the better of me, driving me forward when everything else told me to turn back and go home.
Retrieving the pistol from my purse and chambering a round, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Jenna? Are you in here? It’s Mack.”
Still no answer. Their condo appeared as it always had. The living room was practically immaculate with a beautifully decorated tree just in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. Walking further into the condo, my weapon at my side, I noticed Jenna’s purse sitting on the kitchen island, the contents spilled as if she had been looking for something rather hastily.
“Jenna?” I called out again. Tiptoeing down the corridor off the living room to see if she was in her office, I halted in my steps when I heard an angry voice speaking in a foreign language. It sounded Russian, but I couldn’t be sure.
Frozen in place, I didn’t realize when the conversation had ended…until a light flooded the hallway and I snapped my head up, trying to make sense of why this person I thought I knew had a gun aimed at me.
With shaky hands, I raised my own weapon. Before I could get off a shot, I felt a sharp pain in my head and my world went dark.
Tyler
I SAT IN THE OFFICE of the club, anxiously waiting for Eli to show up. He had said he was on his way from Brownsville with what he thought was a possible connection between Galloway and this Boris Ranko, who had tried to blow us up. I prayed it was one that would finally put an end to all of this. The more time that passed without any new information, the more uneasy I became that everything would fall out from underneath me. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
Focusing on my laptop, my eyes glossed over the massive amount of information we had accumulated since the beginning of this case over a year ago. I tried to separate what I knew to be fact from what I knew was clearly fiction. Unfortunately, what I knew to be true and backed up by physical evidence was lacking. For the most part, all we had was one person’s story against another’s, all of it contradictory. The little physical evidence we did have, from an FBI agent I still wasn’t sure was reliable, supported a story I didn’t necessarily want to believe, although it was the theory I had bought into when I first began to work this assignment. Now, I wasn’t so sure. All I did know was that I desperately needed answers, and I hoped Eli would give me some when he got here.
A figure standing in the doorway caught my attention and I swung my head up, trying to hide my surprise.
“Francis…,” I muttered under my breath, confused about what he was doing here, particularly now that the FBI seemed to know of his existence and had plastered his face all over the national news. I quickly ushered him into my office, hoping none of my staff members had arrived for their shift just yet, and closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked in a low voice as I gestured for him to have a seat across from my desk.
He briefly closed his eyes as he dropped into the chair. “Saying goodbye.” There was something different about his demeanor. He was no longer the collected former army colonel I had grown to know over the past few months or so. His eyes were dull, his expression blank. His stature was slumped, no longer exhibiting the confidence I saw in him when he nonchalantly strolled into my hospital room as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I could tell this was it. He was finally giving up.
“What do you mean?”
“I know it may not make sense, but I can’t go on like this anymore, not now that the FBI has decided to broadcast my face and identity across the country. If I don’t do this, they’ll never leave Serafina alone. I’m doing this for her.”
“Doing what?” I demanded.
“I contacted Agent Suarez of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I understand you’ve had the pleasure of meeting him recently.”
I nodded.
“I’ve agreed to surrender myself into his custody, effective this afternoon.”
“Francis, you can’t–”
He held up his hand. “I understand the ramifications of what I’m doing. I don’t need you to lecture me about it.”
“But what about Mackenzie?” I urged, my voice growing louder.
“I’m doing this for her. She’s the only reason I’m doing this!” he insisted, the life and passion returning to him as his eyes lit on fire. “To save her from a life of always having to look over her shoulder, never knowing when something I’ve done will come back to haunt her. By doing this, I can take full responsibility for everything, and finally let Serafina live the life she’s been meant to live!” He paused, looking past me at a photograph sitting on a small chest. I followed his line of sight to see him gazing affectionately at a framed picture of the two of us kissing on the beach just after we were married.
“There has to be another–”
“By doing this,” he interrupted, his voice barely audible, “she can finally forget about me, like she should have all those years ago.”
“Did you go see her?” I asked.
Meeting my eyes, he shook his head slowly, remaining silent.
“Why not?!” My body tensed as I struggled to maintain my temper. I had trouble wrapping my head around what I was hearing. “You’re just going to turn yourself in and not even do the decent thing and tell your own daughter about it?!”
“I am doing the decent thing,” he replied harshly, slamming his fist on the desk. “I’ve been sick with this decision since I heard about how she had been interrogated regarding Charlie’s murder! I knew I’d have to do this without saying goodbye. It’s the only way to save her from any more heartache!”
“You left once without telling her!” I bellowed out. “For years, she was convinced you were dead! And now, when it appears as if you are the monster you swore you weren’t, you just get to cut your losses and walk away?! Without giving her an explanation?! What about the rest of us who have agreed to stand by your side and put our own necks on the line, regardless of what the physical evidence actually says?!”
“Cut my losses?!” he shouted, his face flaming red, his nostrils flaring as he jumped up from his chair. His face was mere inches from mine, both of our breathing intense. “I’m losing everything by this decision, but I don’t care! By doing this, I’m giving Serafina her life back! A life that was better without me in it in the first place! But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to tarnish the few memories of me she has left! And I don’t want her last one to be of me saying goodbye!”