The Gangster (Magic & Steam #2)

The fireworks were still erupting overhead, but their celebratory detonations were completely silenced by this unrelated blast. Another shrill whistle cut through the crash—not that of a firework soaring into the sky; this was metallic—a patrolman in distress.

“What the fuck was that?” Addison shouted, his hands over his ears. He looked toward the street corner where several pedestrians were watching something out of our line of sight to the south.

The whistle kept shrieking.

My arms and chest pimpled with painful gooseflesh before a sudden, sickening heat broke out across my entire body.