Asa’s POV

Marco was standing beside the SUV now, phone pressed to his ear, giving short, clipped responses. When he hung up, he turned to me.

“It’s confirmed, Boss.” He said. “Jake’s on the move. Same van from last week. They’re heading toward the west docks.”

“Prep the team.” I ordered. “No mistakes this time.”

Marco nodded once and signaled to the others. Within minutes, the convoy came to life—engines starting in quiet unison, weapons checked and stowed. We ...