CHAPTER 92

LUCAS'S POV

The morning sun over Catalonia was soft and hazy, slowly burning off the thin blue mist that hung over the Mediterranean Sea.

Standing on the high stone balcony of our private villa in the hills of Tibidabo, I looked down at the sprawling city of Barcelona. The famous towers of the Sagrada Família rose above the city grid, and farther south, the busy deep-water docks of Port Vell shimmered with activity. Cargo cranes moved steadily against the blue sky, loading containers onto ships heading for Marseille, Naples, and Valencia.

For the first time in my life, I was not studying a port to plan a break-in...