Chapter 16 - The Return To Michigan Avenue
Two hours later, five marked federal vehicles and three Chicago police cruisers lined the pier near the harbor master’s office.
Director Hayes was marched up the concrete dock in handcuffs, surrounded by internal affairs investigators from Washington.
The gold-crested Vance ledger was officially logged into federal evidence, securing the conviction of the entire Vance syndicate.
Maya stood near the edge of the pier, wrapped in a heavy grey blanket, holding a paper cup of hot coffee as the sun began to rise.
The sky over Lake Michigan turned a pale, soft orange, reflecting off the glass windows of the Chicago skyline.
Marcus Callahan walked up beside her, wearing a dry black overcoat provided by his legal team.
His lawyer stood a few yards away, finalizing the immunity paperwork granted to Marcus for his cooperation against Hayes.
“You make a terrible waitress, Maya,” Marcus said, pulling a fresh cigar from his pocket but leaving it unlit.
“And you make a terrible law-abiding citizen, Mr. Callahan,” Maya replied, taking a sip of hot coffee.
Marcus offered a low, genuine chuckle, looking out at the calm water.
“What happens to Julian Vance?” Maya asked softly.
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“His lawyers will make a deal,” Marcus shrugged. “He’ll spend five years in a minimum-security facility in Wisconsin learning how to clean his own dishes.”
Maya smiled slightly, the heavy exhaustion of the past forty-eight hours finally settling into her muscles.
