Wildfire and Ice
He held it without speaking, and the three of them sat in the kitchen while the article continued to spread through the city and the networks continued to pick it up and the federal machinery continued to move, and outside the window Chicago went about its morning with the complete indifference of a city that had seen everything and been changed by none of it.
"Whitfield is in custody," Sienna said quietly.
"I know," he said. "Vincent called."
"It's done," she said.
He looked at her. At the sharp honest face in the December morning light and the dark eyes and the specific open quality of what she was showing him, the full and unmanaged weight of someone who had been in this with him and knew
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