Before she died, she told me that key was my only leverage if the Romano family ever came looking for me.

“Just a little longer,” I whispered to the twins.

Luca made a soft, snuffling sound against my shoulder.

Liana’s small fingers clutched at the collar of my damp denim shirt.

The train squealed as it rounded a sharp curve.

The overhead lights went completely black for three seconds, then flickered back to a sickly yellow.

I had to get to the Devonshire Street branch of the Boston Security Trust.

If I could get my hands on whatever my mother had hidden, I might have a choice.

I also needed to find Detective Vance.

Jack Vance was the only cop my mother ever trusted.

She used to say he was the only honest man left in the city of Boston.

The train slowed, the brakes grinding to a screeching halt.

The automated voice announced State Street.

I stood up, adjusting the heavy double carrier strapped to my chest.

My back ached from the weight of the two babies, but I couldn’t let go of them.