Navy Pier at midnight is a different place.

Empty. Dark. Cold.

The tourists are gone. The families have gone home. Only shadows and danger remain.

Aria crouches behind a shipping container, watching the east end where she met Viktor twelve hours ago.

It feels like a lifetime.

"Anything?" Dominic whispers through the earpiece.

"Six figures. Maybe more."

"Government?"

"Too professional to be anything else."

"Isabella?"

"Not yet."

Viktor's voice comes through clearly. "Two snipers on the roof. ...