The night was thick with rain, sheets of water smearing the city lights into streaks of color as the convoy of blacked out SUVs cut through the streets. Their engines hummed low, windows tinted beyond recognition.No sirens followed, no blue and red lights flashing in the distance, but Caldera knew better than to relax. He had lived long enough in shadows to understand that silence did not mean safety.Inside the lead car, Reid sat slouched against the leather seat, his fingers drumming an erratic rhythm against his thigh. His smile, the one that unsettled even Caldera’s most hardened men, was still there, faint, stubborn, though his eyes were restless.Every time the headlights behind them shifted, he twitched, half expecting the alliance to come bursting through.Caldera, seated across from him, watched with a predator’s patience. His expression was carved from stone, jaw rigid as the neon glow from the passing streets flickered across his face.“We should be running farther,” Reid
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