Chapter 15 - Slick asphalt reflects neon lights as the armored vehicle convoy cuts through heavy midnight fog racing toward an abandoned industrial warehouse on the dark harbor.
Midnight fog rolled in from Lake Michigan, blanketing the dark harbor docks in an eerie, impenetrable white shroud.
Slick asphalt reflected the neon glow of distant warehouse signs as the armored vehicle convoy cut through the mist.
Salvatore sat in the lead SUV, staring impassively through the windshield at the decaying industrial piers ahead.
Brun rested his heavy head on the center console, breathing heavily while keeping his amber eyes fixed forward.
The abandoned brewery stood like a gothic fortress against the backdrop of the churning, black lake waters.
Enforcers in tactical gear disembarked silently from the trailing vehicles, forming a tight perimeter around the structure.
Salvatore stepped out into the damp, freezing air, pulling his navy blue suit jacket tighter against the chill.
The burgundy dress shirt underneath was pristine, untouched by the dust and chaos of the day's operations.
He walked toward the massive iron sliding doors of the brewery, followed closely by his loyal Bullmastiff.
The two captured European operatives were dragged out from the back of an SUV, gasping for breath against the cold.
"Bring them inside," Salvatore ordered without breaking his steady stride toward the facility entrance. C
Heavy iron hinges groaned as the doors slid open, revealing a vast, cavernous interior illuminated by temporary work lights.
The smell of stale yeast, damp brick, and old iron hung heavily in the subterranean atmosphere of the room.
A single steel chair sat beneath a dangling overhead incandescent bulb in the center of the concrete floor.
The stage was set for the final act of interrogation before the ultimate retaliation against the foreign syndicate.
Salvatore took a seat on an empty wooden crate nearby, resting his hands atop his silver-knobbed walking cane.
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"Let's talk about who gave you my granddaughter's name," Salvatore whispered into the echoing silence of the brewery.
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