ound printout in her hands.

y scent of alcohol Cailin forced down her throat. The dark hotel room. The

eyes. Her lun

ed. He poured a glass of warm water fro

ooth, completely devoid of emotion. "Or, I can give you

fierce heat bloomed in her chest. These babies

thel. Her eyes were

," she said. "I a

nd handed Danica a thick manila envelope. Inside was a flawless Canadian pa

York broke open. A torrentia

tting wood of an abandoned shipping dock in Brooklyn. T

e. She squinted into the dark water. The smuggl

quiet. The hairs on the back of Danica'

ights on the surrounding

d Danica to the spot. She

ck of shipping containers. They screeched to

men with steel pipes and b

ard held a large, clear umbrella over her hea

designer coat and pulled out a small blue booklet. The re

y. She pulled a pair of sil

sport in half. Then she cut it again. She tossed th

rain. "Did you honestly believe Bethel Tanner could trust every single rat in his operation? There is alway

the piercing wail of sire

ts flashed agains

orget to mention? I made an anonymous call to the FBI.

armed the dock. They bypassed Danica and

adows. Two agents slammed hi

k of metal handcuffs

he turned his head. He locked eyes with Danic

on Bethel and the thugs.

n't think.

rd next to her, knocking him off balance.

rself into t

her breath. The cold knocked the air from her lun

Cailin screaming in pure rage

surface of the water, l

through her stomach. She swam deep, lettin

d her freezing, exhausted body o

She stumbled into the deepest, darkest slums of

in her pocket to rent a damp, windo

ipped her waterproof backpack and pull

but she typed furiously. She accesse

Ke

underground clinics overseas. She needed cryptocurrency.