Third POV
The east docks were shrouded in darkness. The old warehouse loomed over the dock like a forgotten tomb, making it the perfect place for exactly the kind of nefarious business that happened after midnight.
The streetlights barely worked and a thick fog had settled in and the air carried the smell of fuel and diesel alongside the sound of the black canal waters nearby.
Officers surrounded the area, hidden between shipping containers with their weapons raised and their eyes fixed on the lead detective for the signal.
With his back pressed against cold metal and his Glock heavy in his sweating palms he counted the seconds in his head. Gina Wolfe should be arriving any moment now. Finnegan had been right.
After the deliberate conversation planted inside the police station about having locked in Devin’s location, Gina’s mole had done exactly what they’d anticipated and carried the information straight back to her.
Thanks to Martha and the listening device she had planted in Gina’s study they had been able to intercept her calls to Devin.
Gina usually contacted him through other channels but the fear that the police had found her son’s location had made her careless and she had called him directly and arranged to stash him on a ship at the east dock and smuggle him out of the city.
Gina Wolfe’s sleek black car rolled up slowly with the tires crunching over gravel and broken glass. She stepped out alone carrying an envelope stuffed with cash and a spare coat.
Her poor boy had been turned into a fugitive by his own brother and it sat bitterly with her. It was a pity the car accident hadn’t finished what she’d started.
She had wanted Abigail gone of course but if Finnegan had gone alongside her Gina wasn’t sure she would have minded.
He had been nothing but a problem lately anyway. Her elegant black cashmere coat settled around her as she scanned the dock and waited for Devin to appear.
Then the hairs on the back of her neck rose. Something was wrong. The dock was too quiet and the man who was supposed to smuggle Devin onto the ship was nowhere in sight.
The sound of uneven footsteps reached her and several meters away her wounded son limped out from behind a container at the same moment something glittered in the fog and caught her eye.
"No!" she shouted immediately.
"It’s a trap, Devin. Run!"
"Freeze!" A commanding voice rang out from a megaphone.
"Gina and Devin Wolfe, this is the police! You are surrounded! Do not move! Put your hands where we can see them!" Floodlights snapped on all at once and a dozen blinding beams lit her up from every angle.
Officers emerged from their hiding places like ghosts with their weapons trained on both of them. Gina’s eyes swept the dock and the reality of what had just happened settled over her.
She had walked herself and her precious Devin straight into a trap.
"Is that any way to greet an old woman?" she called out, fighting to keep the fear from her voice.


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