Luca looked at the drive, then up at the shadows dancing on the walls. Outside, the sirens began to wail, getting closer by the second. The hunt for the file had officially begun, and the quiet luxury of the gentlemen's club was about to become the center of a storm.

The heavy oak doors swung open, and Nikole walked in. She didn't look like a fugitive; she looked like she owned the room. She wore a tailored black suit and a look of cold indifference. She slid into the booth opposite Luca without a word.

Luca sat at a corner booth, his eyes fixed on the entrance. He wasn't there for the show. He was there for Nikole Knight.