The list from the warehouse gave Nora seventeen names.Four were fake.Six belonged to legitimate companies.Three led to shell corporations registered within the last year.The remaining four were people.Adrian spent most of the night tracing them.By morning, one name kept appearing.Mercer Logistics.“No website,” Nora said.“Not a real logistics company.”Adrian turned his laptop toward her.Mercer Logistics rented two warehouses near the freight district. On paper, it imported machine parts.In reality, its money moved through private security firms, shooting clubs, overseas freight brokers, and businesses that dealt in equipment ordinary stores didn't carry.“Restricted gear?” Nora asked.“Among other things.”“Weapons.”“Likely.”That solved one of her problems.Unfortunately, it might also have created several new ones.Nora pointed to the screen.“Who owns it?”“Kai Mercer.”His photograph appeared.Thirty years old. Former competitive fighter. No convictions, although his n
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