Gabriel
"Lock the city down," I ordered, my voice cutting through the noise of the command center like a razor. "Every toll booth, every private airfield, every marina from here to the state line. If Leonardo D'Amico tries to board a plane or step onto a boat, put him in handcuffs."
The underground operations room was buzzing with frantic energy. Half a dozen monitors flickered with live traffic feeds, port manifests, and cell tower triangulation grids.
Luca walked in, tucking his sidearm into his holster. His face was dark with bruised pride after Azeelia’s accusations earlier that morning, but his loyalty was as solid as iron.
"His home address in the north hills is completely cleared out," Luca reported, tossing a key onto the console. "Passports gone. Luggage gone. His primary bank
