The evening shadows under the massive concrete flyover seemed to pull back as Ace Kane stepped out from the dark mouth of the alley. He moved with a relaxed, almost predatory grace, adjusted his cuffs, and walked back toward the Vegas-tinted streetlights where the Audi Q7 sat idling like a silent beast.
The moment his silhouette became visible, the passenger door of the SUV flew open. Gemma Coen practically tumbled out, her face a pale mask of frantic anxiety in the flickering neon light. She rushed toward him, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches that suggested a woman who had just stared into the abyss of a terminal crisis.
"Boss! Oh my god, Boss! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she cried, her voice trembling so violently that she could barely finish the sentence. She reached out
