The frosty night air was filled with the distant sound of police sirens, but James knew they wouldn’t approach The Mirage Club. The Syndicate had too many links, too much power.
He wiped blood from his lip and turned back toward the alley where Rashid Al-Munir- The Jackal was dead. The battle had been vicious, but James had prevailed.
Or so he thought.
Lina’s voice came crackling through his earpiece.
“James, we have a problem.”
James’s stomach tightened.
“What is it?”
Sarah’s voice came in, crisp and urgent.
“The Syndicate’s moving. Not retreating retaliating.”
James swore under his breath. He had anticipated a backlash, but not this quickly.
Lina continued. “We intercepted a message. They know where we are. We need to move—now.”
Sanj put his gun back on, glancing at The Jackal
