The cold hit my face like a physical slap.

The smell of burnt gunpowder and wet snow filled the air.

“Claire, stay in the footwell!” Miller commanded.

He drew his service weapon, keeping his body low behind the driver’s side door.

“Don’t move until I tell you to!”

I scrambled off the seat, my knees hitting the dirty rubber floor mat.

The space was tight, my stomach pressing hard against the lower dash.

I pulled my winter coat tightly around myself, shivering as the wind whistled through the open car door.

Outside, the blue and red lights of police cruisers began to bounce off the snow-covered brick walls.

Sirens wailed in the distance, their high-pitched screams drawing closer from every direction.

But over the noise of the sirens, I could still hear the wiretap.

A heavy groan came through the speaker.

It was Adrian.

“Adrian!” I screamed, though I knew he couldn’t hear me.

The sound of shuffling feet on concrete echoed through the audio feed.

“You’re done, Adrian,” Leo’s voice was hoarse, gasping for breath.

“You’re both done.”