Ren was standing next to the couch where Jane sat; she had a look of calm, almost serene, acceptance on her face.

A half-empty glass of champagne sat on the table in front of her. Ren kept a firm look on his face.

"Jane," the detective called out, his weapon still raised, but his voice was softer.

"It's over," he said.

Jane met his gaze directly, a small, knowing smile on her lips.

She gently stood up, her movements graceful and unhurried.

"I know," she said, her voice clear and steady.

She didn't resist as the officers cuffed her. Ren was also taken into custody; his loyalty to Jane remained...