Chapter 13 - Setting A Dangerous Trap At The Abandoned Downtown Docks
The trap was laid for midnight at Pier 44, exactly where the original explosion had torn our family apart. Liam parked the convoy two blocks away, cutting the headlights as we approached the rotting wooden structures.
Celeste and my uncle Marcus stood beneath the rusted crane platform, waiting for a boat that would never arrive. They believed they were meeting West Side buyers to finalize the transfer of Harrington docks.
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Instead, federal forfeiture notices and armed enforcers surrounded the perimeter silently from the shadows. I walked out from beneath the concrete pier supports, my footsteps echoing loudly across the empty concrete.
"Looking for a boat, Uncle?" I called out into the freezing night air. Marcus spun around, his face turning the color of curdled milk as he recognized the men emerging from the darkness.
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