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The Gala Invitation
Grant didn't sleep that night either. He sat at the kitchen table with the photographs he and Tasha had taken of every relevant page in Foster's ledger, laying them out like a battle map while the rest of the house slept around him, exhausted from a week that had cost them more than money.Piper found him there at four in the morning, wrapped in a blanket, unable to sleep herself."You're going to that gala," she said. It wasn't a question."I have to.""Why? Give me an actual reason, not a strategy lecture."Grant looked at his sister for a long moment, weighing how much truth he could afford to give her."Because if I don't go," he said, "she decides what happens next without me in the room. I'd rather be the one making her decide something, even if it's dangerous, than sit here waiting to find out what she's already decided about us.""She basically told you it's a trap.""She told me it's a test," Grant said. "There's a dif
Foster's Office
Getting into a law firm after hours should have been harder than it was. Grant learned that within the first ten minutes of Tasha walking him through the service entrance she still had access to from her old job, a keycard that hadn't been deactivated because nobody at Foster & Whitlock Legal had bothered to update their security since the partner who'd hired Tasha retired.The building smelled like carpet cleaner and expensive furniture nobody actually sat on after six in the evening. Tasha moved through it like she still worked there, quick and certain, while Grant stayed a half step behind her, counting cameras out of habit."Two in the lobby, one in this hallway," he said quietly. "Any in Foster's office itself?""None. Lawyers don't like recording their own privilege," Tasha said. "That's exactly why he keeps physical files instead of digital ones. Doesn't trust servers he doesn't personally own.""You're sure this is worth the risk," Grant said,
Cargo
The east dock at midnight looked nothing like the warehouse Grant had spent his whole life inside. No forklifts, no dispatch office, just container stacks and floodlights spaced too far apart to cover everything they were supposed to."Two guards on the truck," Malik murmured, crouched beside Grant behind a stack of pallets. "One at the gate. Marchetti doesn't waste manpower on a shipment he thinks nobody's watching.""How do you know that?""Because I've been watching this dock for three years," Malik said. "Learning every schedule Ironbrook runs, waiting for a reason to actually use what I knew.""That's the point," Grant said. "Nobody's supposed to know it's worth watching."Reggie's voice came low through the radio clipped to Grant's collar. "Truck's here. Right on schedule."Grant watched the delivery truck idle at the loading gate, watched the driver hand paperwork to a bored-looking guard who barely glanced at it before waving him through."Now or never," Malik said."Now," Gran
What Kessler Knew
They took Kessler back to the warehouse office, not the police, not anywhere official, because Grant had learned in the last week exactly how far Marchetti's reach extended into anywhere official. Walter sat in the corner with a bag of ice pressed to his eyebrow, watching his son interrogate a man twice his age with an unnerving, patient calm.Kessler talked. Not because Grant had actually meant the threat, though Kessler clearly hadn't been willing to bet his life on that, but because four days of watching a warehouse kid outmaneuver every move Marchetti's organization made had done something to the man's confidence that no amount of cologne could cover up."Cross doesn't deal with families directly," Kessler said, sitting now, hands no longer bound but his whole posture folded in on itself. "She's insulated. Three layers between her and anything that could touch her. Marchetti's the muscle layer. There's a lawyer layer above him, guy named Foster, handles the shell companies. Above
The Name
It wasn't a fight so much as a series of very short, very specific decisions. Grant went for the man closest to his father first, not to hurt him, just to put him on the ground fast enough that he couldn't reach for anything. Years of memory that had nothing to do with this soft, unscarred body told his hands exactly where to strike to end things quickly.Kessler backed away, hands up. "This isn't worth it. It was never worth this.""You should've thought about that four warnings ago," Grant said.By the time Reggie burst through the side door with two more recruits behind him, it was already over. Two of Marchetti's men were on the ground, groaning. The third had run. Kessler stood frozen against a shipping container, watching Grant with an expression that had finally, completely, stopped being amused.Behind him, the last of the confrontation was already winding down. Reggie had one man pinned against a container, forearm braced across his chest, not hitting him, just holding him st
Warehouse Fourteen
"How many men," Dom asked, jogging to keep pace with Grant across the parking lot."I don't know yet," Grant said. "Doesn't matter.""It matters plenty if it's fifteen against four.""It matters less than you think." Grant reached the truck and climbed in. "A hundred against one only works if the one doesn't know the warehouse better than they do. I've read every shipment that's ever moved through fourteen. I know where the blind spots are. Marchetti's men don't."Reggie swung into the passenger seat, a tire iron across his lap he hadn't bothered to hide. "I called six guys. Three are already headed there. Rest couldn't make it in time.""Three's enough," Grant said. "We're not storming the place. We're outthinking it."Piper's voice came through the phone on speaker, tight with fear she was trying not to let show. "Tasha's not answering. Neither is Brannigan.""Keep trying both," Grant said. "If either calls back, patch them straight to me."The drive to the docks took eleven minutes
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