The building was unremarkable—a narrow townhouse in Brussels' old quarter, its windows dark, its entrance unassuming. Rook stood across the street, his eyes fixed on the facade, the weight of the next step pressing down on him like something that had been waiting for this exact moment.
Wick's intelligence had been precise. The communications thread led to this location—a building that had been off the grid for years, owned by a shell company that traced back to the partnership's earliest days. Someone had been operating from the heart of the city, watching everything, waiting for the right moment.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "The surveillance is in place. We've got eyes on all the exits."
Rook was quiet for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the building. "Whoev
