He was one of the honest ones who had responded to the broadcast, not one of Kane’s paid-off captains.

I turned the gun around, holding it by the barrel, and handed it to him grip-first.

“Take care of the kid,” I said.

The officer took the weapon and nodded once.

“We will,” he said.

“The paramedics are already at the gate.”

I turned back to Isabella.

She was standing near the concrete pillar, her hands tucked deep into her pockets.

She looked at me, her eyes quiet and knowing.

“Is it really over, Dante?” she asked.

“For Kane, it is,” I said.

“But we still have to get out of Chicago.”

“The rest of his people will be looking for someone to blame.”

I looked toward the dark van near the gatehouse.

The brake lights flared twice.

That was Luca’s signal.

We had about two minutes before the state police arrived to seal off the entire harbor area.

Once they arrived, no one would be allowed to leave, regardless of who we had saved.

“Come on,” I said to Isabella.

“We are leaving.”