It was five A.M., and the world was silent. The windows on the Rover were cracked, and Lucian tossed his half-smoked cigarette out the window, breathing the crisp, fresh air of the countryside surrounding the Ollivander Farm. The cattle were sleeping, the moon shone low on the distant horizon, and the sleet had finally stopped falling.
After an anonymous tip, the police had found Gary Boehler, the illusive and well-defended crime lord, fully clothed and unconscious, at the base of the stairs in his home. Several members of Mr. Boehler’s security team were also found, restrained and returning to reality. Their story would be simple when they were finally questioned: men had broken into the house, knocked them out, and they couldn’t remember anything else. The traces of powerful surgical se
