“This is as far as we go,” Miller said.

He turned off the headlights, leaving us in the dark.

“My team is already positioned near the loading docks,” Miller said to Adrian. “They have audio. Once Leo confesses to ordering the hit on your driver, we move in.”

“Just make sure you don’t move too early,” Adrian said. “Leo is paranoid. If he hears a car door close, he’ll run.”

Adrian opened his door, and the cold wind rushed inside the cabin.

He did not look back at me again.

He stepped out into the snow, pulling his collar up around his neck.

The door clicked shut, and he was gone, his dark figure swallowed by the white curtain of the storm.

Miller put on a pair of heavy headphones and handed me a smaller earpiece.

“Put this in,” Miller said. “You need to know what’s happening.”

I pushed the plastic bud into my ear.

At first, there was only the sound of rushing wind and the crunch of Adrian’s boots on the snow.

Then, the heavy creak of a metal door swinging open.