Grayson's POV

The meeting point was a parking garage on the human side of the border. Third level. No cameras.

The man was already there when I arrived — mid-forties, pack-adjacent, the kind of person who sold information to both sides and told himself that made him neutral. He saw me coming and straightened up like he was expecting to be hit.

I handed him the envelope without stopping walking. He counted it without looking up.

"Shirley's at a property near the ...