Port Newark at midnight was a graveyard of industrial steel, bathed in the sickly, jaundiced glare of towering sodium floodlights. A thick, freezing fog rolled off the dark, oily waters of the bay, wrapping around the massive shipping cranes like shroud linen. The air

Two days after the failed raid at Port Newark, a silent, heavy snowstorm enveloped the city of Montreal.

High above the freezing streets, in a luxury penthouse suite located in the prestigious Golden Square Mile, Jean-Luc Moreau sat behind a massive desk of poli

A week after the snows of Montreal, the world began to settle into a quiet, cold rhythm.

The ripples of Jean-Luc Moreau’s sudden death had spread quickly through the underworld, but they had not brought the chaotic war Luca Rossi had feared. Instead, they brought