LUCAS'S POV

The rain had stopped by seven o'clock the next evening, and the front of the Grand Hotel shone like polished black glass under the warm outside lights.

Dozens of fancy cars lined the curved driveway and dropped off ambassadors from many countries, company bosses, and rich bankers from all over Europe, all dressed in perfect tuxedos and long evening gowns. Camera flashes burst in bright white waves along the red carpet at the door.

Inside our matte-black car, parked two blocks away down the street, it was dead quiet. Nobody spoke for ten minutes. I could hear the small tick of the engine cooling down and the faint...