The extradition documents fluttered in Viktor's hands like death certificates. FBI spotlights blazed around us, but I felt darkness closing in from all sides.
"Interpol warrants supersede federal jurisdiction," Viktor said calmly as agents surrounded us. "I am afraid your rescue attempt has arrived too late, Agent Santos."
My mother stepped forward, her gun drawn. "Those documents are forgeries."
"Are they?" Viktor smiled. "Perhaps you should check with your superiors. I believe Director Hayes received some very interesting intelligence about international money laundering operations run by the Romano family."
"Hayes?" My mother's face went white. "You cannot reach the FBI Director."
Vincenzo chuckled. "The Syndicate reaches everywhere, Maria. Even the highest levels of your precious
