Fresco felt the van slow and leaned forward to look out the windshield. This time, Gina didn't distract him. They pulled up to a narrow alley, the streetlight above doing its best to keep the night at bay.

"Gina, Fresco, hang back and observe. Jeremy, keep the van running. Mitch, Parker, you're with me."

Mitch gave Fresco the thumbs up, his bright blue eyes shimmering in the dim light. Fresco smiled back.

Parker threw the back doors open and slid out onto the ...