Chapter 32

Meanwhile, the Presidential Suite on the top floor of "The Mirage."

Carmine Costa woke to a piercing ringing in his ears. It wasn't the headache of a hangover, but a massive, external roar.

The sound of propellers.

It was the specific noise of helicopter rotors slicing through the air, accompanied by intense turbulence that rattled the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He snap