Chapter 19 The Dock
- Lorenzo’s Pov
- Engines roared down every street, black cars with black windows moving like a swarm. Headlights cut through the dark in long white lines, and the sound of tires screeching was like thunder bouncing off the buildings. People peeked from windows. They knew better than to linger.
- Berlin had seen blood before, but not like this. Not this kind of uproar.