The fog rolling off the harbor was thick, clinging to the rusted shipping containers at Pier 44 like dirty cotton. The air tasted of salt, diesel, and decay. Nora stood in the center of a clearing between two towering stacks of metal crates, the collar of her black trench coat turned up against the

The air was thick with the acrid stench of cordite and pulverized concrete. Bullets tore through the fog, chewing up the asphalt mere inches from Nora’s boots.

"Move! Now!" Silas bellowed, his voice cutting through the deafening roar of automatic weapons. He leaned out from behind the scarred conc

The grand doors of the Federal District Courtroom were made of solid, polished mahogany, standing twelve feet high and reinforced with brass fittings. To Nora, they looked like the gates of hell.

She stood in the marble corridor, the ambient noise of reporters and federal marshals buzzing like a h