Page 121 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“I’ll be there.”

He doesn’t leave.

“What?”

“We’re still looking into the other situation,” he says, voice dropping slightly. “We tore apart Donnelly’s office.”

My hand pauses against the screen for half a second.

“And?”

“Somebody got there first.”

I look up.

“What’s missing?”

“Port inspection logs. Harbor Street permits. Container review records.”

That isn’t random paperwork. Those records track which shipments come through my docks, where they unload, how long they sit in storage, and who signs off on moving them. Somebody knew exactly what to take and exactly where to find it.

“Anything else?”

Marco hesitates this time.

“One of today’s shipments got stopped before it could clear the port.”

My eyes lift back to his.

“Stopped by who?”

“Inspection team at the docks.”

That shipment should’ve come off the cargo ship, moved through processing, and gone straight to one of my warehouses without anybody touching it. That’s how things work when you own the fucking port. Containers only get stopped when somebody gives people a reason to pay attention to them.

“What shipment?” I ask.

“The west dock cargo.”

“Who knew where it was unloading?”

“You. Me. Luca. Dispatch.”

Marco pauses briefly.

“Security too.”

I lean back in the chair.

“Did they open it?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“They didn’t find anything. It was standard cargo.”

“Then why the fuck was it touched?”