Chapter 6 - The Shadows Of The Gold Coast
By 11:00 p.m., the steakhouse had closed its doors, leaving the street lights of Chicago’s Michigan Avenue reflecting off the wet pavement outside.
Maya stood in the quiet staff locker room, changing out of her cream-white blouse and emerald skirt into a sleek black sweater and trousers.
She pulled her long brown hair out of its low bun, letting it fall naturally around her shoulders as she checked her secure satellite phone.
An encrypted text message flickered across the screen from her federal handler, Director Hayes:
Target’s ledger identified. Do not engage Callahan directly. Maintain cover.
Maya typed a quick response with her thumb: Callahan offered entry into Vance Estate tonight. Moving in.
She slipped the phone into her hidden holster beneath her dark jacket and walked out through the alley exit.
A sleek black sedan was idling near the curb, its tinted windows reflecting the yellow street lamps.
The door opened automatically, revealing Knox sitting in the front passenger seat.
“Get in, Miss,” Knox said, staring straight ahead. “The Boss is waiting at the Gold Coast property.”
Maya stepped into the warm leather interior of the vehicle, the door shutting behind her with a heavy, vacuum-sealed thud.
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As the car accelerated down the rain-slicked Chicago streets, Maya looked out at the towering skyscrapers, knowing her cover was slipping with every mile.
If Marcus Callahan discovered she was wearing a wire, she wouldn't make it to sunrise; if Julian Vance recognized her, her mission was over.
