“Isabella escaped before they could move her to the harbor.”

“She is hiding in the old municipal tunnels.”

“Below the abandoned City Hall subway station.”

“Please, Dante, find her before they do.”

“But be careful.”

“The money… it’s not just Kane’s.”

“The syndicate—”

The audio cut out with a sharp, high-pitched beep.

I stared at the black plastic recorder in my hand.

Isabella was alive.

My sister, whom I had mourned for five years, was hiding in the freezing dark beneath the city.

But she had been working for Kane.

She had helped him run the network.

“Boss,” Luca said, his voice quiet.

“The City Hall tunnels. They’ve been sealed since the war.”

“They’re a labyrinth.”

“Get the gear,” I said, my voice cold.

“We’re going down.”

We left the safehouse, the freezing Chicago wind howling in our ears.

The storm was turning the streets into a white void.

I climbed back into the SUV, my mind spinning with Rachel’s words.

The syndicate.

My syndicate.

Could Kane have been using my own family’s money to build his empire?