Chapter 27

With the crisp sound of glass shattering downstairs, the dead silence of the air was instantly pulled taut to the breaking point. Carmine Costa was like an enraged bull, the muscles of his bare torso tense, the safety on his MP5 submachine gun already clicked off. Without a shred of hesitation, he unleashed a spray of bullets into the darkness of the stairwell.

*Da-da-da-da-da!*

The muzzle