In the room around me, the men were going over plans for the next few days. Lyon was adamant that he would have the information out of Roxana by then, and I’d already got the specs on the place on the Hudson so that we could synchronize a hit.

It hadn’t been hard because the idiots, either to be funny or in a show of arrogance, had chosen to use a place that had been used for the same vice in history. The house, or rather mansion, was on the historical society ...