“I’m home, Mom,” Ferris called as he toed off his shoes in the entrance of his home — the house, more his mother’s than his own, that he had spent his childhood in. It was a three-story brownstone on a tree-lined block, set snugly between the walls of its...

The Giorgetti compound was just as Ferris remembered it. The grounds occupied an entire city block, a stone manor sheathed in hedges and iron fencing. Security cameras hung like fruit in an orchard, observing every nook and cranny with a single blinking eye. With such a surplus of enemies,...