Chapter 13
The tunnel exit was a circular concrete maw opening onto a muddy, deserted stretch of the riverbank, overlooked by skeletal steel cranes and decaying warehouses. Adrian stood directly in the opening, water streaming off his ruined suit, his face pale and feverish, yet radiating an impossible intensity. He was holding only the improvised weapon, the jagged, heavy piece of rebar, but he stood as if he were encased in armor.
Mikhail was a few yards away, positioned on slightly higher ground, framed by a half dozen heavily armed men. He was Adrian's mirror image in many ways, the same height, the same dark hair and sharp features, but where Adrian’s eyes held a simmering intensity, Mikhail’s were cold, empty, and devoid of the remorse that sometimes shadowed his younger brother’s
