Shadows and First Blood
Chezzi
I said, and the chair creaked under the weight of my temper.
“Then we use that.” He slid a dog-eared city map out from under the stack of takeout menus and flattened it with his palm. “Warehouse district has three hunter-friendly docks. One with municipal cover, two private. All of them camera-light if you don’t mind blind angles. We can’t use your phone—it’s compromised, and his burners are probably ghosted.” He looked at Sammi. “We use the shop.”
“O’Rourke & Finch?” she said. “They’ll help.”