Chapter 77
the next forty-eight hours were a blur of sterile interrogation rooms, stale coffee, and federal agents in cheap suits. we were placed in protective custody at a secure facility in virginia. elias had miraculously survived his injuries and was recovering in a guarded military hospital. the flash drive leo had carried in his stuffed bear contained enough evidence to dismantle the valenti family and their political allies across the country. i sat in a padded chair, giving my statement for the fifth time, detailing how my husband had used our home as a black site for a mafia heir. the lead agent closed his notebook, looking at me with a mixture of pity and respect. "you did the impossible, mrs. carter," he said quietly. "but you can never go back to your old life."
