For months, I had played the quiet housemaid, dusting Vincenzo’s study and listening to his phone calls.

I had gathered enough evidence to put half the syndicate away.

But Tony had ruined the slow burn of the investigation when he turned on his boss.

Now, the whole operation was a collapsing house of cards, and I was caught inside.

The shipping terminal loomed ahead, a massive maze of stacked containers and towering cranes.

The docks were slick with salt water and rain.

I parked the car three blocks away, near an abandoned warehouse.

“We go in through the fence on the north side,” I whispered to Victor.

He nodded, pulling a pair of wire cutters from his kit.

We ran through the downpour, our shadows stretching under the high sodium lights.

The chain-link fence was cold and wet to the touch.

Victor made quick work of the wire, peeling back a section big enough for us to squeeze through.

We slipped into the maze of shipping containers.

The towering metal walls echoed with the sound of the wind.

We moved silently, checking every corner before crossing the open lanes.