As they approached, Callista couldn’t help but glance at Sam, wondering again who the hell he actually was, that he could dock his boat at a place like this without so much as a question.

Who did she have to know, or have power over, to access a private harbor in a major metropolis?

But the answer, she suspected, was not the sort of thing she asked a person out loud.

She swallowed a sudden swell of nerves and forced herself to focus on the dock ahead, where a few figures dressed in black ...