"I finally get the worst of the monsters at the Centre arrested." Hopefully her father would take early retirement rather than go to jail. "Everything makes the news, everyone at risk is safe--" Jarod finds his family. "And I go to Tahiti. For three months. Sand, sun, surf, mai tais, the latest Angelica Desmesnes, and cabana boys." She grinned, then said more quietly, "Then I come back, and if no one's set fire to my office, I make it something better. And if it's too far gone, I start over. Prosecutor somewhere. Maybe a start a non-profit think tank like the Centre was supposed to be. Maybe fashion design." She raised an eyebrow. "Who knows. If one dream doesn't work, you move on to the next one."