Chapter 8

Chapter Three

Chicago never wentquiet, and Kol relied on that.

The city pressed in from every side—sirens echoing down narrow streets, elevated trains rattling overhead, traffic snarling and releasing in uneven waves.It was noise, yes, but more than that, it was cover.Too many signals.Too many bodies.Too much movement for any one man to stand out if he knew how to move inside it.Chicago swallowed people whole.That was why it worked after the traitor burned their known safehouses.Too many places to hide.Too many ways to disappear.

Luca’s place sat in the middle of it all, a narrow brick building wedged between others just like it.No signage.No security cameras obvious enough to invite attention.It looked like the home of a man who valued his privacy and nothing more.

Inside, it had been stripped of anything unnecessary.

The dining table was buried beneath maps and printouts, shipping manifests layered with handwritten notes.Burner phones sat in neat rows, each labeled and powered down.Analog backups—hard copies, old drives—were stacked against one wall.It was deliberate redundancy, born from hard-earned paranoia.No one trusted a single system anymore.

Kol zipped his bag slowly and set it by the door.The sound was loud in the quiet room.He carried only what he would use.Anything else was weight.

Mateo sat in a low chair pulled close to the table, posture forward, surrounded by open laptops and cables.His fingers moved constantly, tapping, scrolling, cross-referencing.Dark eyes tracked patterns only he could see, the glow of the screens reflecting faintly off his glasses.

Rafael leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, boots planted wide.He was still in the way men got when they were already half gone—attention split between the room and whatever waited outside it.

Across the kitchen, Luca watched them all in silence.His expression was tight, jaw set.He didn’t like this case.Kol understood why.Luca didn’t like ghosts—unfinished business that refused to stay buried.

“They are holding her in Georgia,” Luca said at last.Not a question.

Kol nodded once.

“They’ve accelerated their timeline,” Mateo said without looking up.“Buyers are pushing.Routing changed twice in forty-eight hours.That only happens when someone’s impatient—or nervous.”

“Or both,” Rafael said.

Kol checked his watch.Not because he needed the time, but because the habit grounded him.Windows mattered now.Small margins where opportunity existed before they vanished.

“They’re preparing her for transfer,” Kol said.“That’s why there has been that flurry of online activity.They needed her to do that.Now they will want to move her to another location.”

Luca’s gaze sharpened.“Who are you taking with you?”

It wasn’t an order.It was fact.

“Rafael and Mateo,” Kol replied.“I wasn’t planning to go alone.”

Rafael’s mouth twitched faintly.Approval.

Mateo finally looked up.“I’ll run systems once we’re inside the perimeter.Cameras, access controls, traffic cams.I can buy us time—but not much.The place is sloppy, not stupid.”

“I’ll clear the path,” Rafael said.“Quiet.Fast.”

Kol nodded.The roles settled without further discussion.They’d worked together too long to need anything else.“We leave a pilot and plane on standby,” he added.“Once we have her, I want to be airborne immediately.”

Luca exhaled slowly.“If she’s as valuable as we think, they’ll try to reacquire her fast.”