The dark sedan idling beside the dumpster was worth more than the alley's entire street block combined.

From the dark shadows of the second-floor gantry, a quiet, steady voice rang out over the hum of the generators.

"Looking for me, Victor?"

Victor snapped his head up, his revolver shifting toward the upper catwalk.

Sofía stepped out from the darkness into the glaring yellow floodlight, standing on the thin steel grating high above the floor. She was holding a flare gun in her right hand, pointed directly at a leaking industrial fuel pipe that ran along the main wall of the silo.

Victor’s eyes narrowed in complete confusion. "Who the hell is that?! Another one of your street strays, Vance?"

Elena lifted her head, staring up at the shadow on the gantry. The breath caught in her throat. Even through the dark clothes, the distance, and the twenty years of separation, Elena recognized the crescent scar beneath the girl's left earlobe.

"Sofía?" Elena gasped, her voice breaking into a hysterical sob. "Sofía... my baby sister?!"

Victor froze, looking between Elena and the girl on the gantry. "What?! She's dead! The De La Cruz girl died in the alley years ago!"

"I didn't die, Victor," Sofía called down, her voice cold and steady as steel. "I lived. And I know every secret my mother wrote in that ledger. I know about the offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. I know about the warehouse fires in '06. And I sent every digital page of that book to the State Prosecutor's office five minutes ago."

Victor’s face went dead white. "You... you little bitch!"

He raised his revolver to shoot Sofía, but that fraction of a second was all Matteo needed.

Matteo drew his suppressed pistol with lightning speed and fired three rapid shots.

STAT! STAT! STAT!

The bullets struck Victor's shoulder and leg. He shrieked in pain, dropping his gun and collapsing onto the concrete floor.

Above, the Moretti soldiers on the rafters raised their rifles, but before they could squeeze their triggers, the heavy steel doors of the silo burst open with an explosive boom.

A dozen tactical FBI officers flooded into the building, their red laser sights washing over the room.

"FBI! DROP YOUR WEAPONS! DROP THEM NOW!"

The Moretti mercenaries on the rafters dropped their rifles instantly, raising their hands in surrender.

Matteo rushed forward, pulling a tactical knife from his belt to slash through the heavy ropes binding Elena's wrists. The moment she was free, Elena threw her arms around Matteo's neck, weeping hysterically.