Page 29 of No Saint

“Asher!?”

“Fine.”

He audibly sighs.

“What’s happening at the Marina?”

Silence.

“Atlas,” I order.

“Your shipment was hit before it docked, the vessel raided, and the crew slaughtered. No one got onto the boat until this afternoon, but everything is gone.”

“What do you mean,gone!?”

“Gone, Gabriel. All of it.”

“How!?” My voice booms, “That’s three million dollars’ worth of goods, Atlas! How does someone take it all!?”

“I don’t know, brother, we are having the surveillance pulled now.”

“I’m on my way.”

I hang up, my anger rising so fast I hear my blood pounding inside my ears. I launch the phone with a bellow, the device hitting the wall hard, shattering the screen as it crashes to the floor. The door behind me swings open.

“What’s going on!?” She panics.

“Get in your room, Amelia,” I warn.

“Gabriel,” She frowns, “What happened?”

“Get back in your room!” I yell.

She stumbles back, eyes widening in fear. When she’s far enough in, I grab the handle and slam it closed, locking it before I take the stairs quickly.

“I want two men stationed at her room at all times,” I order once I reach the foyer. They stare at me, “Now!”

Two men scramble, heading up.

“Devon, Asher, with me.”

They fall in line, following behind as I head out, the sun beating down, “what happened?” Devon asks.

“Someone fucking sold us out,” I growl, “and when I fucking find them, I will rip them apart.”

There was a line of white bags lying on the floor of the dock, the vessel now anchored swarmed with the police and my men. The men in the bags had been dead a day but in this heat, one would think it had been a week. It was a stench I was familiar with but could never get used to.

The chief of police strolls towards me, a dossier and USB drive in hand.

“The vessel cameras picked up a boat following them around one AM this morning. They attacked and boarded the boat at a little past three this morning.”

“So how did it get here?”

“It’s all on the tape.”

“Names?”

“None.”

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