The door opened with a hiss of cold air. Inside, huddled together on a bare metal floor, were three shapes. Mariana. Lei. Sophia. Their eyes were wide, wet, terrified. They flinched away from the light.
"You lied," Frank said quietly. "There's no ship. There's a container. Refrigerated. You were going to seal them inside." The intel from the previous week had told him that. He just needed confirmation.
That’s when Frank moved.
Not a sprint. A flow. A shadow detaching from the darkness. He crossed the alley in three silent strides. Rizzo never heard the wet thud of boots on asphalt. He only felt the cold, hard circle of a suppressor press against the soft hollow behind his ear.
Thwip. Twenty minutes later, Frank stood inside the Red Hook warehouse. The rain leaked through holes in the corrugated roof, creating silver curtains that swayed in the dark. The Congregation’s men were good—six of them, armed with automatic rifles, wearing tactical vests.
"Don't," Rizzo whimpered, cigarette falling from his lips. "Don't. I got money. I got—"
The door opened with a hiss of cold air. Inside, huddled together on a bare metal floor, were three shapes. Mariana. Lei. Sophia. Their eyes were wide, wet, terrified. They flinched away from the light.
"You lied," Frank said quietly. "There's no ship. There's a container. Refrigerated. You were going to seal them inside." The intel from the previous week had told him that. He just needed confirmation. o justiceiro serie
That’s when Frank moved.
Not a sprint. A flow. A shadow detaching from the darkness. He crossed the alley in three silent strides. Rizzo never heard the wet thud of boots on asphalt. He only felt the cold, hard circle of a suppressor press against the soft hollow behind his ear. The door opened with a hiss of cold air
Thwip. Twenty minutes later, Frank stood inside the Red Hook warehouse. The rain leaked through holes in the corrugated roof, creating silver curtains that swayed in the dark. The Congregation’s men were good—six of them, armed with automatic rifles, wearing tactical vests. They flinched away from the light
"Don't," Rizzo whimpered, cigarette falling from his lips. "Don't. I got money. I got—"
