A Quiet Departure From the Shadows of a Chicago Empire
My boots clicked against the marble as I hurried toward the back stairs.
Below us, the sound of a heavy crash echoed through the house.
The front doors had been breached.
I descended the service stairs, my hand gripping the cold iron railing.
The air grew colder as I reached the basement corridor leading to the garage.
I pulled the heavy metal fire door open and stepped into the concrete bay.
The silver SUV sat in the shadows, its windshield covered in a thin layer of frost.
I pressed the key fob Luca had given me.
The locks clicked open with a loud thud that echoed in the empty garage.
I climbed into the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and locked it.
My hands were shaking so hard I could barely guide the key into the ignition.
The engine roared to life, the exhaust filling the cold air with white vapor.
I threw the car into reverse and looked at the rearview mirror.
Through the dirty glass, I saw the garage door rising slowly.
Outside, the blizzard was a wall of white.