Jake’s POV

“Move. Now.”

That was the only word in my head as I stepped out of the car.

The location Don K sent wasn’t dramatic, no abandoned warehouse, no dark alley. It was worse. An old shipping terminal by the docks, half-functional, guarded by the illusion of normalcy. Trucks moving. Men working. Life going on.

That’s how he played it.

Hidden in plain sight.

Tyler’s voice came through the earpiece, low and steady. “Positions are set. Police units are two ...