Dylan Richards is still at large. Cybertracking has identified him as the heir apparent to the operation of the Shadows, now referred to in their communications as the leader, Brother David. It is currently believed that Richards is outside the United States.
After tedious searches, most of the followers on all three campuses have been identified. While it is impossible to account for all followers, one female follower from the Northern Light is currently misplaced. Mary, aka Mindy Rosemont, was identified while on the Northern Light campus. However, when the followers were later cataloged at the Anchorage FBI field office it was discovered that she was not among the female followers. This turn of events is currently under review by an internal subcommittee.
As the bureau’s key witness, A-McAlister will enter the witness protection program until the time of Gabriel Clark’s trial, as will his wife Stella McAlister.
EPILOGUE
David
“I want confirmation as soon as you have it,” I said, my grip on the phone growing tighter by the second. From the way Agent Fisher was stumbling over his words, he knew from my tone that I wasn’t playing around. “He needs to pay the ultimate price for his deceit.”
My blood boiled.
Agent Jacoby McAlister, fucking Jacob Adams.
I’d had that motherfucker in my grasp. I should have killed him in the basement of the mansion. If I had, The Light would still be making the money we needed for operations. Hell, if I’d killed him then, Gabriel would still be free. I gritted my teeth. If I’d killed him, he wouldn’t be at Quantico, married to Stella.
Damn her. Damn him.
At least I had a connection—a Shadow—at Quantico. Now if he’d stop stuttering and do his damn duty.
“Brother David, I-I have the necessary clearance. I’ll learn where Agent and Mrs. McAlister are assigned.”
Mrs. McAlister. The name made the hairs on my arm bristle.
“When you do, tell me. Don’t, I repeat, do not, proceed on your own. I want the last thing that asshole remembers is that he fucked with the wrong organization. And I want him to know he didn’t stop us or any of our plans. He may have slowed us down a little, but The Light is everywhere.”
“Yes, Brother.”
I didn’t wait for the phone to disconnect before I hit the red button and sent it flying across the room. As it collided with the wall, Stacy jumped. She shook her head, and with a sassy grin looked in my direction.
“I’m going to guess that wasn’t the news you wanted?”
I ran my hand along the scuff of my jaw before extending it in her direction. Without hesitation she stood from the couch where she’d been reading and came to me. I pulled her onto my lap and cupped her chin. “You don’t need to worry. I’ve got you now. I don’t want her.”
Stacy smiled. “I’m not worried. But it is strange how this all worked out. Who would’ve thought me and you and the Shadows? I mean I’d never even heard of them and I remember when you were my best friend’s boyfriend.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. If I didn’t think about it too much, I could imagine she was Stella. They looked that similar. That was the reason she’d been brought to me. It was a peace offering from the idiot who’d let the FBI task force exist without his knowledge. He’d heard about Stella and for some reason thought Mindy was her.
Too bad for him it wasn’t enough to stop his banishment.
“Your best friend?” I asked with a smirk.
She shook her head, her long, blonde hair moving slowly over her slender shoulders. “Not anymore. Now that I remember, I remember how she didn’t help me, how she was part of the chosen—”
I touched her lips. “Baby, that’s the past. Look at you now. Fuck the chosen. Most of them are in prison. You’re the wife of the leader of the Shadows. And soon, very soon, she and that agent will pay.”
“If you say so, David.”
“I do. No one stops The Light.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you to everyone who has worked to make The Light series a reality. Thank you for believing in my crazy world with twists and turns on every page. To my agent, Danielle Egan-Miller, your support has been invaluable. To my PR representative, Danielle Sanchez from Inkslinger, thank you for having faith in this series long before the world ever had the chance to read about it. To my betas and early readers, thank you for loving these characters enough to encourage me. To the wonderful editors and cover artists at Thomas and Mercer, thank you for seeing the potential in our story and helping to make it the best it could be. Most importantly, thank you to my readers. It is because of you that I can live my dream.