Damon POV

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The SUV had barely cleared the gates when my phone buzzed against my thigh. Encrypted line. I swiped.

“Talk to me.”

Marco’s voice came low and rough. “Boss, we got something. Not solid proof yet, but a real lead. You’re gonna want to see this yourself.”

“Anything’s better than the nothing we’ve had,” I said, leaning forward. “Spill.”

“Not over the phone. Warehouse Six. The old one by the docks. We’ve got two guys who can do the explaining better ...