Gabriel
The sleet turned to slush beneath our heavy tires as the SUV tore down the mountain pass.
I drove with one hand locked onto the wheel and my jaw clamped so tight my teeth ached. Beside me, Azeelia sat rigidly upright, her fingers digging into the straps of her bag, the encrypted flash drive safely hidden inside her coat. She didn't ask questions. She had heard Luca’s voice over the satellite receiver. She knew the peace had shattered.
By the time we hit the city limits, dawn was breaking—a sickly, pale gray smear against columns of thick, oily black smoke rising from the harbor.
Terminal Four was in ruins.
Emergency vehicles choked the perimeter, their red and blue strobe lights painting the wet asphalt. Fire hoses snaked across the concrete, dousing the smoldering skeletons o
