Vitelli's Return

At eleven in the morning, Kael stood atop the stone parapet overlooking the grand wrought-iron gates of the Blackwood Estate. Beside him stood four armed tactical guards equipped with precision rifles. Fifty yards below, outside the gate, stood Marco Vitelli, accompanied by four heavyset mob enforcers and a disheveled, shivering Richard Sinclair. Vitelli held up an electronic megaphone, his silver hair slicked back, smiling with oily menace. "Kael, my boy!"…