He pulled into an abandoned parking garage, killed the engine, and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. Rain dripped from his hair. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped animal.
“Two more blocks,” hissed Lana from the passenger seat, her knuckles white around a tablet showing their escape route. “The tunnel under the old Grand Bridge.” madout open city 2
Somewhere above, a VegaCorp surveillance drone spotted the heat signature of a running engine. But by the time the interceptors scrambled, Marco was already gone—swallowed by the concrete veins of a city that had tried to break him, only to teach him how to vanish like smoke. He pulled into an abandoned parking garage, killed