The baby kicked, a sharp, sudden movement that made me gasp.

“I’ve got you,” Luca said, his face pale and slick with sweat despite the cold.

He kicked open the narrow door that led to the basement garage.

The air down here was freezing, smelling of gasoline and damp concrete.

Above us, the heavy thud of footsteps and the rapid pop of handguns continued.

“Sophia set this up,” I said, my voice shaking as we reached the black SUV parked in the corner.

“She had the credentials,” Luca said, pulling open the passenger door for me. “She’s been planning this with Vargas for weeks.”

He scrambled into the driver’s seat and shoved the key into the ignition.

The engine cranked, hesitated in the freezing air, and then roared to life.

“What about Marcus?” I asked, looking back at the concrete stairs we had just descended.

“Marcus can take care of himself, but we can’t,” Luca said, shifting the vehicle into reverse.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the tires shrieked against the cold concrete.