And then Vivian Blackwood made her final mistake.
She spun around to face her three hundred guests. Her face was red. Her diamonds were shaking.
“Those files mean nothing!” she shouted. “Nothing! I paid enough people to make those permits disappear once. I can make them disappear again!”
Three hundred people went completely still.
And dozens and dozens of phones captured every single word.
Daniel Cho glanced over at me.
“Well,” he said dryly. “That confession helps.”
Out past the iron gates, sirens started wailing.
Adrian’s voice cracked.
“Elena. Please. Stop this. Just stop it. We can still get married. Right now. You love me. I know you love me.”
I looked at him for a long time.
“I loved the man you pretended to be,” I said.
I slid my engagement ring off my finger. A three-carat diamond Vivian had picked out. Adrian told me it was his grandmother’s.
I found out later he bought it at a jewelry store in Atlanta on a Blackwood corporate credit card.
I put it in his palm. And I closed his fingers around it.
“Now,” I said, “everybody here gets to meet the man you really are.”
Two police cruisers from the Charleston County Sheriff’s Office rolled through the gates. Then two unmarked dark gray sedans.
Detectives got out. And federal agents in navy windbreakers with FBI in yellow letters across the back.
The guests scattered like birds. Crystal champagne glasses sat abandoned on the tables, trembling.
Two detectives walked straight toward Vivian.
She backed up. Right to the edge of her own swimming pool.
“You cannot arrest me,” she said. “Not here. Not at my son’s wedding.”
“Ma’am,” I said into the microphone. “It’s not a wedding anymore.”
An FBI agent read Vivian Blackwood her rights. Then he showed her the warrants. Bank fraud. Wire fraud. Bribery of public officials. Conspiracy. Obstruction of justice.
Another agent walked over to Adrian, still standing by the bandstand with my ring in his fist.
“Adrian Blackwood. You’re named in a federal warrant for making false certifications on loan applications.”
Adrian looked at me like I was the one who’d betrayed him.
“You told me you did branding!”
“No,” I said. “I told you I worked in corporate risk. You decided that meant brochures.”
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