The building wasn’t abandoned. It was waiting. Roman felt it the second he stepped inside — the presence of hidden men, the weight of too many eyes watching from the dark.

Mr. Quinn wouldn’t meet him unless he controlled every angle.

“Welcome back from the dead, Raven.”

Mr. Quinn’s voice echoed before he even appeared.

Lights flickered on.

Mr. Quinn stood on the upper level, hands clasped behind his back like a king surveying his territory. Armed men lined the rails. More shadows moved below.

“You really thought you could disappear for months and come back like nothing changed?” Mr. Quinn continued calmly. “This city learned to breathe without you.”...