He'd left six dead bodies on the grounds of the police station, six of Albulka's men to add to the four he'd killed at the safehouse. And yet somehow Albulka himself had been sprung from captivity. Somehow he'd escaped. Van thought he'd probably flee overseas. Perhaps one day there would be a reckoning. For now, all he was left with was a pile of bodies and another failure. As ever, he'd done all he could. But his heart was cold. No amount of loving would warm it this night.