Chapter 55 Mother's Intuition
- Helena King's phone lit up her silk sheets, the screen burning her tired eyes. Maria's message burned into her retinas:
- Got ourselves a body snatcher wearing the Leo's face. DNA don't lie. Evidence incoming.
- Helena's manicured fingers tightened around her phone. Years running Chicago's legitimate empire had taught her to smell trouble before it walked through the door. This? This reeked of it.