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“Hold up…” I zoomed in on the screen as Violet pulled over. “He’s going back the way we came into town already.”
She hit a U-turn and followed.
We were on the same page.
The house wasn’t important but whatever he was in a rush to take from it was.
He made three stops along the way, never staying longer than thirty minutes at each.
“I’m thinking safe houses,” Violet said, snapping her fingers. “He’s about to run.”
“And how much do you want to bet whatever he’s gathering is stolen?”
We looked at one another, somehow in sync with what to do next.
TWENTY-NINE
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“Blair should be here learningabout all this,” Tadhg said, agitating me more than I already was.
I cut my eyes at him and he sighed, handing me the folder I’d been waiting on.
“Let it go,” Finn said, half asleep on the couch in my office at the docks. “This ain’t more important than what she’s doing right now.”
Philly had become our main hub for business deliveries through the docks but New York was more legit.
The docks ran like a well-oiled machine, nothing illegal in or out unless authorized.
With Violet and Blair going dark for hopefully not too long, Finn suggested we keep busy by going through the abandoned shipment log.
“There’s six shipments I think we should look at,” Tadhg said as I flipped open the reports. “The highlighted ones specifically.”
Once a cargo shipment makes it to the docks, the consignee—receiver or owner—has thirty days to accept. A number of reasons could stop a receiver from claiming their property, sometimes its financial and other times its legal.
I went over the highlighted slots first, noting that all had been incurring fees for three months now.
Typically abandoned shipments are ceased by customs if legal and auctioned to offset costs. In order to work around that, we held on to abandoned shipments longer and took the goods for ourselves. What we didn’t want, we left for customs to handle.
I skimmed the slots Tadhg deemed unworthy, one seemingly catching my attention.
“Look at that and tell me what you missed.”
While he read it over, I picked up the phone.
“Cut the lock on container A469…” I waited for confirmation before hanging up. “The business address registered for that container is in Everwood.”
“You think he abandoned it on purpose? It’s says four failed attempts at contact.”
Finn got up and took the papers, did a quick scan and gave them back.
“He left instructions and paid the initial fees. I’d say it was abandoned on purpose,” he said, opening the door. “I want to see what he left us. Let’s go.”
I’d rather destroy the entire fucking thing and pretend it was never here, but we were already in too deep. There was no going back on the deal I made, conditional or not.
Despite feeling on edge, I got up and followed behind Finn and Tadhg.
We drove over in an ATV and I sat back while they got out to see what was inside the container.
