Chapter 19

The black Cadillac crossed the Brooklyn Bridge once more.

The rain had intensified; the wipers thrashed frantically but failed to clear the curtain of water on the windshield. Inside the car, it was dead silent, save for the hiss of tires rolling over standing water.

Clemensa sat in the corner of the back seat, trembling all over. Carmine sat beside her, toying with the Glock pistol, occas