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Chapter 115

Author: Jonathan Stilldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-27 21:56:58
The rain hadn’t stopped by morning.

It fell in soft, straight sheets that glittered on the streets and caused them to shine like liquid silver.

East River piers were the lifeblood of the city—vintage, rusted, but still attracting attention with smuggled goods and underworld transactions. Bill Darcy owned at least three warehouses there, not in his own name, though. The address Jack was visiting was registered in the name of Graystone Imports, a dummy company.

He pulled over at Pier Forty-Two. Fog choked as cathedral-sized ships. He felt for his gun, then melted into the darkness in a row of cargo crates.

Soft jazz murmured from the open doors ahead—slow, lazy, and despairing. He caught the scent of whiskey, cigars, and something more: perfume. The smoky kind that seared memory onto your lungs.

There was one light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting light on stacks of boxes with shipping figures. Cross-legged on top of one of them was Sandra Harris

Jack froze.

She was dressed for the
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