S.A.S.
“From where?”
“Old debts. Quiet talent.” He wrote three names, each a door he’d hoped never to open: Koa Reihana (infiltration/boats), Dr. Mara Quinn (bio-chem/forensics), Ezra Pike (SIGINT/dirty nets). “They’re ghosts. Like we were.”
Gale watched him, then set a small evidence bag beside the photos. A single, green-capped vial rattled softly against the plastic.
“We traced binder compounds in the pills to a narrow manufacturing profile,” she said. “One lab in Macau, one in Surabaya. Both shell fronts. Both move through that casino.”
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