Monroe shook her head desperately, her voice choked with sobs. "Whitney, please, just this once, listen to me. Leave! Now!"
Trina rushed over, adding her pleas to Monroe's. "Monroe's right, Whitney. You have to go. The Holtz family's reach extends everywhere in Philadelphia. They'll be here in five minutes, maybe less..."
Whitney waved it off dismissively. The Holtz family meant nothing to him. He'd faced down powerful anti-terrorist organizations in the Middle East, not to mention a small-time family like the Holtzs.
He took a deep breath, about to tell them not to worry, when the roar of approaching engines cut him off.
Car doors slammed. A middle-aged man in a black suit stormed out, bellowing, "Trying to run, huh? Do you think you can hurt someone from the Holtz family and just wal
