Moon's dark eyes drill into mine. He's in one of his impeccable dark suits, unaffected by the hot temperature, and, like always, in complete control. He lifts his arms and then drops them back to his side. "My hands are tied, my friend," he says without a single crack in his cold expression.

One plus one equals two. Maddison or Celina, possibly both, are in danger. It's the only way this scenario could happen. It's the one thing that would tie Moon's hands and make him give up ...