Dane POV
I pushed through the doors of the courthouse, frustration riding me. New York exploded around me, noise and movement everywhere I looked. Chief Riggs was sending me on yet another pointless errand when I just wanted to be at my desk, working this damn case.
And figuring out who in our office was on Mancini's payroll. I was close, so close I could taste it. And if I could nail down the mole, then we had a chance at actually doing something about the Syndicate. Especially with Elena tucked safely away.
I still couldn't believe our luck there. I'd drawn the short straw on hotline duty again—I swear Chief Riggs has it out for me—and had been expecting another long night of crank calls and false leads. When the operator told me she had someone claiming to be Elena Ward, the fiancé
