Chapter 14 - Shadows in the Rearview
The autumn wind rustled the golden leaves along Lake Shore Drive as Callum’s town car glided smoothly through the afternoon traffic. Sadie sat in the passenger seat, reviewing the acquisition manifests for the upcoming autumn gala at the Art Institute of Chicago—a gala the Russo family was secretly sponsoring to launder three newly recovered Flemish masterpieces.
Marcus glanced up from the rearview mirror, his face expressionless. “Boss, we’ve got a tail. A late-model sedan picked us up two blocks back near Michigan Avenue. They’re keeping three car lengths back.”
Callum didn't even turn his head. He adjusted his cufflink, his expression hardening into that familiar, lethal focus. “Take the Division Street exit, Marcus,” Callum ordered quietly. “Let’s see who’s brave enough to follow us home.”
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Sadie closed her laptop with a soft snap, turning to look out the rear window. She didn't look scared; instead, her eyes flashed with the sharp, calculated brilliance of someone who had learned how to play the game better than the men who invented it.
“Do you want me to run the license plate through the museum's registry?” Sadie asked, her voice calm and steady. Callum reached over, resting his hand gently on the back of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her collar. “No need, Sadie,” Callum replied softly, a dangerous, cold smile touching his lips. “Some people just need to be reminded of the rules.”
