“Mr. Vance,” Kent said, stepping up onto the porch. “Sorry to drop by unannounced on a Saturday.”
“You’re always welcome here, Detective,” Julian replied, standing up to shake the officer’s hand. “Coffee?”
“I won’t say no to that,” Kent smiled faintly. He sat in one of the wicker chairs as Eleanor poured him a cup. He took a sip, letting out a satisfied breath before laying a folder on the small side table. “I just wanted to drop off the final copies of the protective orders. The judge signed off on the permanent injunctions this morning. You, your wife, and Evelyn are officially covered under a lifetime federal protection mandate linked to the RICO case.”
Julian reviewed the stamped documents, his sharp eyes scanning the legal jargon before handing them to Eleanor. “Thank you, Roosevelt. I know you had to pull a few strings with the district attorney’s office to expedite this.”
