DOMINIC

I’d had enough.

Every dead lead, every phone call that ended with “we’re still looking,” every single report that came back empty—it had all crawled under my skin and stayed there. Dmitri’s name used to mean nothing to me. Now it burned. Every time someone said it, I wanted to put a bullet in something. Or someone.

And what made it worse wasn’t Dmitri. It was the fact that he wasn’t doing this alone.

No one moved like that without help. Not in my city. Not under my ...