Luca's POV

The siren’s wail grew louder, slicing through the scrapyard’s silence like a blade. I didn’t move at first. I just stood there—surrounded by corpses and blood. The heat of the sun pressed hard against my neck, the rot pressing harder into my lungs.

I wouldn't run and let myself be chased like a rat. I was Luca Tonelli, a man that has proved elusive even to the FBI for twenty years; a common police officer wouldn't be the one to take me down.

But… My brows narrowed over ...