Chapter 21 Blood On Steel

• The warehouse stretched into shadows like a metal cathedral as rust flaked from the ceiling beams. The air tasted of motor oil.
• Santino pressed his back against a shipping container, feeling the cold steel through his jacket. His beretta was warm in his hand. Three bullets left. Maybe four. He'd stopped counting after the second body dropped.
• "Movement on the south side," Zara's voice crackled through his earpiece. Static made her sound like she was calling from another world. "Two heat signatures. Maybe three."