CHAPTER 8: RAVEN’S POVThe car rolled to a stop at exactly 11:58 p.m. outside a hulking, windowless structure on the far edge of Red Hook, Brooklyn, former meatpacking plant turned fortress. No signs, Just razor wire curling over chain-link, floodlights sweeping the perimeter like searchlights in a prison yard, and four armed bouncers at the gate who looked like they ate nails for breakfast. The driver didn’t speak. Just nodded once toward the entrance.I stepped out, no weapons, that would be a very deadly idea. Just black jeans, long-sleeve thermal, boots, hair in a tight knot. My heart was a war drum in my chest, but I kept my face blank. I’d kissed Lila goodnight three hours ago. Told her I had a late meeting. Maya the only friend that i have had from horrible days at darkar, stayed over, eyes sharp with worry. “If you’re not back by dawn,” she’d said, “I’m coming for you.” I nodded once, didn’t argue.The bouncers didn’t ask for ID. One of them, very huge, neck like a tre
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