Epilogue

Pierre Levesque laughs as he watches his kids playing in the waves. His wife is laughing and taking video of the shenanigans. The relocation from southern Louisiana to the south of France had been easier on the kids since they could still play in the ocean. For the last month since the move they had spent every weekend here. Suddenly Levesque's view is blocked by a man in a suit. He slowly looks up.

"Pardon?" he says in irritation.

"You speak English. So do I. So we'll use that," Rossi states. "Pierre Levesque, alias Anthony Powell, you are under arrest for multiple counts of murder, one count of kidnapping, multiple counts of murder for hire, and possession of illegal weapons."

"I am afraid you have the wrong man. My name is Andre Thibault," he corrects with an easy smile.

"Don't try to play me. I've been in the game way too long," Rossi warns him.

Levesque studies the man a moment before laughing. "You forget: France has no extradition treaty with the United States." He shrugs. "You cannot touch me no matter who I am."

Rossi holds up a piece of paper. "Extradition treaties aren't required. Our governments chatted at very high levels and it turns out your people don't really want a murderous thug hanging out on their beaches." He nods to some men behind Levesque. "Your local police are taking you into custody and you'll be turned over to me, Agent Prentiss and a couple of U.S. Marshalls for a trip back to the U.S." He lifts a hand to stop Levesque's protest. "And if you don't want your wife charged as an accessory you will surrender without causing trouble. We all have a hard time believing she didn't know what you did for a living. And we doubt a jury will believe it, either."

Levesque looks beyond Rossi to see his wife and children being held back by two municipal police officers. He slowly brings his eyes back to Rossi.

"Well played, Agent Rossi."

"You know me?"

Levesque grins as he stands. "Your analyst was quite informative. She told me what each of you would do to me if you caught me." He turns and looks at Emily Prentiss. "She told me you'd hurt me worst of all."

"Tempted," Emily agrees. "So don't give me a reason."

Levesque allows the police to step forward and cuff him. As he is in a swimsuit and tee shirt, it doesn't take long to pat him down. As they lead him away his wife calls out to him. He glances over his shoulder and answers her. Rossi looks at Emily, who is glaring at the man.

"Un meurtrier et un menteur. Comment est-elle autant de chance?" she says to him.

The French police chuckle as Levesque is pushed past her. Rossi steps up to his friend.

"What did he say, Emily?"

"Told her it was a misunderstanding and that everything would be fine soon."

"And what did you say?"

"I said, 'A liar and a murderer. How did she get so lucky?'"

Rossi just grins and nods in agreement as Emily turns and follows the procession of police and the killer back to the waiting automobiles.

Detective William LaMontagne, Jr. can finally rest in peace.