Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Dominick has busted his ass to legitimatize our businesses, and this stunt is going to set us way back. And those who use us for their illegal shipments will especially be spooked.
“You’re going to be hearing from my lawyers,” Ilan says as he’s hauled into the police car.
The next hour is filled with narcotic officers shutting the place down and bagging the evidence while we watch. Thankfully, at the moment, we don’t have anything incriminating on our premises, so they can’t arrest us.
Once they’ve finished questioning us and raiding the place, they take off, and our guys get to work, cleaning up the mess they left, leaving Dominick and me alone.
“Fuck!” I bark, punching the wooden crate that’s closest to me. It shatters into a dozen shards, but does nothing to quell the frustration I feel. “That fucking bitch …”
“You don’t know it’s a woman,” Dominick notes, always so goddamn calm.
“You don’t know it isn’t,” I retort. “Dani is the only one who’s seen this person, and she seems to think it was a female, so I’m not discounting it. But regardless, this bullshit stunt reeks of her.”
“We’ll get it sorted.” He sighs, but I can hear the devastation in his tone.
Every step of the way, someone is trying to sabotage us. Well, fuck that. This bitch wants to play games? I’ll play.
It’s eight in the morning, but I haven’t been home or to bed yet. I’m determined to figure this shit out, and I won’t stop until I do. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but she must have left some kind of breadcrumbs behind, and I’m determined to find them.
Dani texted, making sure I was okay and said she was going into work. I wanted to demand she stay home, where it was safe, but it’s not fair to her if I put her entire life on hold. She has two guards with her, and she’ll be with her brother in a secure building.
“What are we looking for?” Scotty asks as we walk down the sidewalk along the intracoastal.
“I don’t know,” I tell him. “Call it a gut instinct.”
We’ve been walking for over an hour in the hot sun, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something.
My eyes land on the warehouses across the way, and an idea hits me.
“Let’s go.”
We rush back to my SUV and drive down Ocean Avenue. It’s a long shot, but at this point, I’m desperate.
We stop at the first warehouse in the Warehouse District, and I throw my name, asking to see their cameras. They agree easily, but when we take a look, nothing looks out of sorts.
I thank them, and we go to the next business and then the next one. We spend the next several hours going from business to business, asking to see their cameras.
Since the shipment was coming from Germany, she would’ve had to switch the products out somewhere along the way. There aren’t any cameras in the middle of the Atlantic, but she didn’t swap cargo containers. She switched out the contents, which would’ve been difficult to do in the middle of the ocean.
We’re damn near the end of the Warehouse District when I notice a small business situated on the corner, adjacent to the pier.
“There,” I say to Scotty.
I ask to speak to the manager, and thankfully, he agrees to let me have a look at his cameras.
“You know, you’re not the first person to ask to see my footage,” the guy says as we walk back. “An employee said a guy came by, asking if we had any security cameras. He was in an accident and wanted to know if it was caught on camera.”
“And what did he say?”
“My employees don’t know about the cameras. I had them put in recently after I noticed a few pieces of my fishing equipment had gone missing,” he says with a shrug. “I wasn’t here, so when he told the guy that we didn’t have any, he left.”
“And when was this?” I ask.
“About a week or so ago.”
Scotty and I exchange a look.
This bitch is smart.
The manager leaves us to watch the footage, and just when I think we’re not going to see shit, something catches my attention, and I hit pause.
“Right there,” I say, pointing at the screen.
Scotty leans in and squints his eyes. “It’s hard to tell, but I bet Eddy can zoom in.”
I pull out my phone and call Eddy so he can walk me through how to send him the footage. A few minutes later, an image, crystal fucking clear, hits my phone.
“Check-fucking-mate.”
I show Scotty the picture, and he shakes his head. Because right there, in black and white, is proof that someone switched out the shipments. It will not only clear Ilan’s name and our reputation, but it proves that someone is out to get us. Well, this bitch can try, but I’m sure as hell not going to make it easy on her.