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As for the caht I never planned to be around long The intel I'd gotten had said the container I was after should have docked already, been unloaded, placed in a pile

I should have been able to find it, crack it open, and retrieve what I needed out of it, then gotten back out before it mattered if they saw ations Or worse This was theabout, after all

And I was nobody but a stranger invading their turf

I'd done so it was s to be doing soanized crime territory

The docks, as they were commonly referred to, even if the official name for the place was the Central Jersey Port, had been owned and operated by the New Jersey Cosa Nostra for thirty-nine years, having been purchased at an impressive bid by Antony Grassi

There wasn't much to be found around about the Grassi family, unlike their connections to the Five Faed to stay relatively out of the papers, out of the prison systeh there had been so persons who'd hadabout thepersons,' just bodies that had yet to be found

Being on their docks without permission could easily warrant an execution-style murder then a body tossed into the ocean

Ce went

I wasn't afraid of dying

I was afraid of dying before doing what I needed to get done

That hy I wasn't deterred

Even thoughto break out of the confines of hay fro to put soht on my heels and me

I'd been runningthat he—aat full tilt That said, that weight was clearly allon him

It was a nice suit, too Black, perfectly tailored, a pristinely pressed white shirt underneath, cufflinks at his wrists When his arht of a platinum wristband One I knew cost more than some people made in a year

I knew a boss when I saw one