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

The heavy velvet drapes of the Grand Ballroom in the St. Regis Hotel were drawn completely shut, blocking out the midmorning glare of Fifth Avenue. Inside, the vast room was bathed in the warm, amber glow of massive crystal chandeliers. The air was thick, smelling