ANMELDEN"Close the city."I didn't wait for a reply. I threw the phone onto the Ferrari’s dashboard. The satellite link was live, a jagged green line cutting through the encrypted noise of the Saint network."Raffy, you can't block Berlin." Ignatius slammed the wheel. We swerved around a stalled Opel. "The German authorities—""I don't care about the authorities. I pay the men who pay the authorities." I checked the clip on the submachine gun. The brass casing bit into my thumb. "I flagged every black Mercedes and SUV in the metro area as a terror threat. The GPS on their van just hit a dead zone near Teufelsberg.""The old listening station?""Further down. The bunkers." I leaned back. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Vesper’s going to ground. She’s not trying to leave. She’s trying to wait for the Council to pick up the package.""He's not a package." Ignatius’s voice was thick. He wiped snot from his lip with the back of his hand. "He's three, Rafferty. He's probably
"He’s gone."Ignatius’s knees hit the frozen dirt. The van’s exhaust hung in the mountain air like a ghost. He didn't move. Didn't breathe. His fingers clawed into the frost, dragging through the mud until his nails bled. "Raffy... he’s gone. They took him. My boy.""Shut up, Ignatius." I stood over him. The cold was a knife in my lungs. My shadow stretched long and jagged across his shaking shoulders. "Get up.""I failed him." Snot mixed with the blood on his lip. He wiped his face with a trembling hand, smearing the mess across his cheek. "I failed you. I—I didn't mean for this. I thought I was protecting... please. Forgive me. Raffy, please.""Forgive you?" I grabbed his collar. I hauled him up. His weight was dead, a sack of regret. I slammed him back against the rough stone of the fountain. His head thudded. "You think I give a fuck about your tears?""I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.""You hid a son from me." I leaned in. My nose brushed his. I could smell the stale sweat and the metall
"Don't move, Leo."Ignatius’s voice cracked. The Beretta was a heavy weight in his hand, the barrel drifting toward the frost-covered grass. His knuckles were raw, bleeding from the earlier scramble, but his eyes were fixed on the boy."Is he going to hurt me, Mama?"The boy didn't look at Ignatius. He looked at Vesper. His small hand was tucked into her grey coat pocket. He stood perfectly still. No crying. No shaking. Just that cold, level gaze I’d seen in every mirror of the Volkov estate."He won't hurt you." Vesper’s fingers smoothed the boy's dark curls. She looked at Ignatius. A thin, sharp smile touched her lips. "He doesn't have the stomach for it. Do you, Ignatius? You spent three years in a cage dreaming of a life you’d never have. Did you ever dream of him?""I didn't know." Ignatius’s chest heaved. He looked at me, then back at the boy. "I never—""Of course you didn't." Vesper stepped forward, pulling Leo with her. "Cane wasn't a fool. He knew your 'devotion' to Rafferty
"Who gave you the right to come here?"I stood in the shadow of a crooked oak, the German wind biting through my thin jacket. Ignatius didn't turn. He remained a statue against the low stone wall of the village square. He was staring across the street, his knuckles white as he gripped a rusted iron railing."I told you to stay at the chalet, Raffy." His voice was a dead, hollow thing. "The sensors were for your protection. Not for you to bypass.""I don't need protection from you." I stepped closer. My boots crunched on the frozen gravel. "And I don't need you to kill ghosts. I want to see them for myself.""There." He pointed. His finger was trembling. Just a fraction. "Look at the gate."I followed his gaze. A small school sat at the end of the cobblestone path. It was an old building, ivy-choked and quiet. A bell rang—a sharp, tinny sound that cut through the mountain air. Doors swung open. A flood of children in thick coats spilled out, laughing, screaming, puffing clouds of steam
Get inside. Now."Ignatius shoved the heavy oak door. It groaned against the slate floor of the chalet. I stumbled into the dark, the smell of pine needles and stale cold hitting my face. Outside, the Swiss wind howled, a hungry beast clawing at the mountain."The perimeter is set." Ignatius didn't look at me. He was already at the window, his fingers twitching on the latch. "Don't touch the lights. Don't go near the glass. I'm going to check the thermal sensors.""We've been here four hours, Ignatius." I leaned against a stone pillar. My legs were shaking. Every muscle in my body was a tight wire. "You’ve checked the sensors ten times. There’s nothing out there but snow and dead trees.""That’s what they want you to think." He turned. His eyes were wide, the pupils blown. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the freezing air. "The Debtors don't use dogs, Raffy. They use drones. Silent ones. If one red dot hits this wall, we’re done. Do you understand?""You're acting like a caged ani
"Turn right! Now!"I slammed my back against the leather seat of the 250 GTO. The engine screamed, a raw, mechanical howl that bounced off the stone walls of the Rue de Rivoli. Ignatius didn't hesitate. He yanked the wheel. The tires shrieked, smoking as the car drifted sideways. We missed a parked Citroën by an inch."They're still on us!" Ignatius shifted. Hard. The gear stick clicked. "Black SUV. Two of them.""Lose them in the Marais." I leaned out the window. Wind whipped my hair into a frenzy. I raised the submachine gun. The world was a blur of yellow streetlights and grey stone. I squeezed the trigger. Rat-tat-tat. Sparks flew off the SUV’s grille. It didn't slow down."They have armored plates!" Ignatius floored it. The needle jumped. 150. 160. "Raffy, we can't outrun them on the straightaways. This isn't the island. There are people!""I didn't ask for a lecture!" I shouted. "I asked for a right turn! Take the alley behind the boulangerie!""It's too narrow—""Do it!"Ignati
"He’s in the Chairman’s office. Again. Third time this morning."The whisper cut through the sterile quiet of the executive floor like a serrated blade. Ignatius froze outside the breakroom, his hand tightening around a lukewarm cup of coffee until the cardboard buckled."I heard he’s getting a cor
"Check the board minutes, Ignatius. Page twelve. Under 'Restructuring'."Rafferty didn't look up from the tablet. He sat on the edge of the obsidian desk, swinging his legs. The silk of his trousers whispered against the stone.Ignatius stopped pacing. The office was cold, the air conditioning humm
"You're out, Raffy. Pack your shit. All of it."Ignatius stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with a manic, yellow light. He gripped the doorframe so hard the wood groaned. He tossed a thick, stapled packet of papers onto the bed. They slid across the silk duvet, fanni
"What the hell is this, Raffy?"Ignatius slammed the small porcelain tin onto the marble console. The lid rattled. Dried jasmine tea leaves spilled across the polished surface like tiny, shriveled insects. He was breathing hard, the scent of expensive bourbon and stale sweat rolling off him in wave







