The Shadow Gate

The security cameras blinked red along the driveway as Aaron slipped out through the service entrance near the greenhouse.

The wind bit through her wool coat, freezing the damp skin on her neck, but she didn’t slow down.

At the edge of the property line, half-hidden by a dense stand of pines, a matte-black sedan idled with its lights off.

The passenger door swung open instantly.

Elena Ward leaned across the console, her sharp eyes scanning the tree line before locking onto Aaron.

“Get in. Now,” Elena hissed, reaching out to haul Aaron and the baby into the relative safety of the vehicle.

As the sedan’s tires crunched over the gravel and accelerated toward the highway, Aaron looked back through the rear window.

The massive wrought-iron gates grew smaller in the distance, swallowed by the winter dark.

She had slipped past the most feared man in Milwaukee.

Now came the hard part: surviving what happened when he realized she was gone.