CHAPTER 54 —

The harbor had been an old bruise on the city; in daylight it looked smaller, human-sized, full of men with wet hair and regret. They'd bagged a laptop, a puck, a manifest, and two embarrassed crewmen who smelled of diesel and fear. They'd found Lorna alive in a container and Henry with too many excuses. But as Anders said with a tired, private fury, catching one vessel didn’t stop a cascade.

They reconvened in a small, windowless lab the AG had lent them — fluorescent ...