“She has her own people there, taking over the security gates.”

“She is moving fast,” Luca said.

“She knows I have no choice,” Marcus said.

He looked at me, his eyes cold and empty.

“But she forgot one thing,” he said.

“She forgot that you are still in my hands.”

He reached over and took my phone from my pocket before I could stop him.

He looked at the screen, his thumb scrolling through the messages.

“She is waiting for you to call her,” Marcus said.

He handed the phone to Luca.

“Call her,” Marcus told his brother.

“Tell her we are five minutes away.”

Luca took the phone, his fingers hovering over the screen.

He looked in the rearview mirror, meeting my eyes for a fraction of a second.

I saw the doubt in his face, the hesitation that Marcus would never tolerate.

The car turned sharply, the tires slipping slightly on the icy asphalt.

We were nearing the docks now, the tall cranes rising up like skeletal hands against the sky.

The snow was thick, obscuring the view of the river.