Taking the Fall

The flashing red and blue strobes of the federal convoy reflected against the rain-slicked asphalt, slwly winding down the driveway until they vanished behind the gates...

"Eleanor." 

Harper stepped forward as she addressed Gregory Vance's wife.

Harper's eyes dropped to Eleanor's swelling abdomen, a pang of sympathy tightening her chest. 

Eleanor Vance possessed an elegant sort of beauty, but beneath that soft exterior was a spine of steel.

Despite just watching her husband being handcuffed and escorted into an armored SUV by the FBI, she hadn't shed a single tear in front of the federal agents...

Her gaze had remained fixed on Gregory's departing vehicle.

She turned to Harper and the older man standing beside her, managing a faint smile. "You both came." 

The storm was picking up, so Eleanor gestured for Harper and Director Arthur Vance to follow her inside the estate.