Julian Vane was waiting for him. He sat in his father's hunting lodge, a glass of scotch in his hand and a sneer on his face.
"You think you're a hero, Thorne?" Julian mocked. "You're just a murderer now. Just like us."
Elias stood in the doorway, drenched in rain, his face a mask of stone. He didn't argue. He didn't want a debate on morality. He simply held up a digital recorder.
"I've already sent the files to the federal prosecutor," Elias said. "Caleb confessed. Marcus confessed. And now, Julian, it's your turn."
Julian lunged for a drawer—likely for a weapon—but Elias was faster. He had spent a lifetime capturing the "decisive moment." He didn't miss.