The offshore account Nico had given them was buried in layers of shell companies and encrypted servers, but the coordinates pointed to one physical location: Marco Russo’s private estate on the northern shore of Lake Michigan. A sprawling compound disguised as a luxury retreat high walls, private dock, helipad. The last fortress of a man watching his empire crumble.
Luca and Elena arrived under cover of dusk Ghost driving, two additional men in the trailing SUV. No grand assault. No fireworks. Just precision.
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