Victor did not flinch, but his eyes narrowed to thin slits.

“All of them?” Victor asked.

“The entire night shift,” Roman said. “Found floating near the pilings.”

Declan swore loudly, punching his fist into the plaster wall.

The plastic sheeting taped over the broken window rattled.

“That is my territory,” Victor said, his voice dropping an octave. “No one enters those gates without my permission.”

“Someone did,” Roman said. “And they took the shipment that arrived from New Jersey.”

“The ledger money?” I asked.

Roman looked at me, his gaze analytical.

“Part of it,” he said. “The rest is already gone.”

He picked up the ledger from the table, his fingers tracing the leather cover.

“The informant says the funds are being routed through a local transport company,” Roman said.

“Which one?” Declan asked, leaning over the table.

Roman opened the ledger to a marked page.

He pointed to a series of letters written in red ink.

*C.C. Haulage.*

My heart did a slow, painful roll in my chest.

“What is it, Maeve?” Victor asked, noticing my expression.

I stared at the letters.