Vo rappelled down from the roof as sirens wailed in the distance. “The van’s occupants are down. No civilian casualties.”

From a rooftop across the street, Special Agent Cameron Vo had the angle. “I see two associates in a gray van. Eastern European plates. They’re not police.”

“Because the fugitive is American,” Forrester replied, eyes fixed on a canal-side café. “And because he murdered a State Department courier in Vienna. That makes him ours.”

“He’s here,” Raines whispered. “He’s nervous. Keeps checking the kitchen exit.”