“Every room he built, every child he took, every life he ruined—it was paid for with Moretti money.”

“I stayed down here to find a way to stop it without destroying our family,” she said. “But the roots go too deep.”

I stood there, the silence of the abandoned station pressing in on my ears.

My phone vibrated again in my pocket.

Two short, sharp bursts.

I reached down and slowly pulled it out, my eyes never leaving my sister’s face.

The screen lit up.

It was another text from the same unknown number.

*Look behind you.*

At that exact moment, a soft, metallic click sounded from the dark mouth of the tunnel behind me.

I spun around, my thumb sliding the safety off my Beretta.

The beam of my flashlight cut through the damp haze of the tunnel.

A shadow detached itself from the brickwork.

“Dante, it’s me,” Luca’s voice drifted through the gloom.

He stepped into the light, his coat dusted with dry snow.

In his left hand, he held his weapon low.

With his right, he guided Eli, whose small boots scraped against the ballast.