Alexi Kristov lifted his head and sniffed the wind. Chiavari was here, in the city.

He glanced up at the apartment where the woman lived. No one was home, but he knew Grigori had been here, in this very place, not long ago.

The other was in the city, too.

Kristov grinned wolfishly. All the players in one place, he mused.

And only one of them would leave the city alive.