The rain that had threatened all afternoon finally unleashed its fury as night descended over Manhattan, transforming the cobblestones of Tribeca into slick ribbons of reflected neon. A sleek black Mercedes Maybach pulled up to the curb outside an unmarked cast-iron building on Greenwich Street, its engine idling with a muffled, aristocratic purr. The chauffeur opened the rear door, holding a massive black umbrella aloft. Julian Cross stepped out first,…
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