The Port of Naples at three in the morning was a skeletal landscape of rusted cranes and towering shipping containers that seemed to lean over the narrow pathways like giants. The air was thick with the suffocating scent of diesel, rotting fish, and the briny dampness of the Tyrrhenian Sea. The orange glow of the mercury vapor lamps struggled to penetrate the deep pockets of shadow where the real business of the Mediterranean took place. It was here, amidst the hum of distant generators and the rhythmic slapping of black water against the stone piers, that the hunt reached its boiling point.
Kai moved with the terrifying fluidness of a shadow, his tactical mask concealing every feature except for his sharp, focused eyes. He had tracked the intruder from the jagged cliffs of the villa to
