Months after Kozlov's arrest, I woke up to something I hadn't heard in years: complete silence.

No federal agents outside our door. No security briefings. No emergency phones ringing in the middle of the night.

Just peace.

"Good morning, beautiful," Dominic said, bringing me coffee. "Sleep well?"

"Like the dead." I paused. "Sorry. Poor choice of words."

"Actually, it's the perfect choice of words. All our enemies are dead or locked up forever. We can finally sleep like ...