Chapter 157 No More Running

• The drive into Palermo was quiet.
• But not the kind of quiet that felt uncertain. It was the stillness before a storm. Purposeful. Focused.
• Ellerei sat in the backseat with Knox, dressed in all black, hair pulled back in a low braid, pistol strapped to her thigh. Her eyes didn’t waver from the window as Bishop navigated them through the winding roads. Decker rode shotgun, chewing gum like they were on the way to a movie and not a confrontation with the man who had sold her life away.