The ground shakes.
Heavy construction drills slam into the riverbank with a violent metallic roar. Floodlights blaze across Pier 47, turning the night into harsh white daylight.
Marcus stares through the windshield. “Well,” he mutters. “That escalated quickly.”
Massive excavators roll toward the edge of the Hudson, their hydraulic arms lowering into the water like mechanical predators.
My pulse races. “They’re digging exactly where the car was.”
Adrian’s jaw tightens. “Yes.”
Marcus glances at him. “But the car is empty.”
Adrian nods once. “Now it is.”
Marcus exhales slowly. “So Margaret thinks the evidence is still down there.”
My stomach twists. “Which means she doesn’t know we already have it.”
Adrian’s eyes remain fixed on the construction site. “No.” Then his gaze shifts slig
