“We are done,” Vance’s voice crackled.

“We are pulling back.”

“Have fun with the Salvis.”

The static cut out.

A door slammed in the distance, followed by the sound of tires screeching on wet asphalt outside.

Richard’s leverage was crumbling.

He knew it.

I could feel the panic radiating off him like heat.

“You bitch,” he whispered.

He pulled me tighter, his fingers digging into my shoulder.

“I should have left you in the gutter where I found you.”

“You sold me,” I said.

“You do not get to complain about the price.”

My fingers finally wrapped around my phone in my pocket.

I pressed the side button.

The screen lit up through the thin fabric of my coat.

A bright blue glow shone through the wet wool.

Roman saw it.

Declan saw it.

Up on the catwalk, Victor’s guard raised his rifle again, aiming directly at my chest.

“End this,” Victor said.

“Shoot them all.”

I pulled the phone from my pocket and pressed the button.

The screen flared to life, casting a bright blue light onto Richard’s face.