CHAPTER 53 —

They drove to the quay like a caravan of impatience — marshals in the lead, two police launches at the ready, and a DPA vessel cutting across the harbor with lights like a constellation. The city slouched along the waterline, indifferent and bright; sodium lamps blinked like distant witnesses. Nicole stood on the ramp with Harrow and Anders at her shoulder, wind folding her coat into the law of motion. In the air there was the taste of salt and diesel and a small, metallic ...