Two days later, Prue stood in the living room of their Brooklyn brownstone, phone in hand, heart hammering so hard she thought it might crack a rib.

The house was full of people. Four FBI agents, not including Agent Koder and Nate, were scattered throughout the brownstone, two upstairs in the spare bedrooms, two in the kitchen, Agent Koder and Nate in the study that connected to the living room through French doors they'd left open just a crack. Close enough to hear everything. Close enough to ...