The message came through an hour later, crackling over Mikael's phone like static laced with venom.

Coordinates attached. Be there by dawn. Come alone. Bring the proof.

Mikael showed the screen to Eva and Alessandro. The coordinates pinpointed an abandoned industrial complex on the outskirts of the city,the kind of place where concrete rusted and shadows bred violence.

"It's a trap," Alessandro said flatly.

"Obviously." Mikael pocketed the phone. "But it's also our only move."

Eva shifted ...