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057. Loyalty? Or Concern?

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Ava stepped into her office and shut the door behind her.

Rafael was already inside, standing near the tall, narrow window that overlooked the compound courtyard. His arms were crossed, tension running through his frame, phone still in hand like he’d only just stopped reading something.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes followed her every movement.

She didn’t bother with pleasantries. Didn’t sit. “Talk.”

He turned to face her fully, the phone sliding into his jacket pocket. “I followed up on the Old Naval Port lead. You were right.”

Her brow lifted, though her face remained composed. “Go on.”

“The Calabrians didn’t just hit the yacht to send a message. It was targeted. One of the crates had a tracker inside. High-grade stuff. Not street-level. Military spec.” He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “It pinged once on the outskirts of East Hollow. Then it went dark. Completely.”

Ava’s eyes sharpened, though her voice was low. “Which crate did you say?”

“One of the shipments we w
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