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The Ultimatum

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Grant didn't tell his family what Marchetti said about their father. Not yet. Some weights weren't meant to be handed over before you understood what they meant yourself.

He was still turning it over three hours later, sitting in the warehouse office with Tasha's files spread across the desk. Reggie's jaw had stopped swelling. Piper had gone quiet in the way she did when she was thinking too hard to talk. Dom kept pacing the loading dock like motion alone might solve something.

Grant kept comin

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Meridian
"It's a shell wrapped in a shell wrapped in a shell," Tasha said, turning her laptop so Grant could see the corporate registry search results. "Meridian Holdings is registered in Delaware. The registered agent is a law firm that represents four hundred other companies. No public officers listed. No address that isn't a mail drop.""How is that even legal?" Reggie asked."Because Delaware wants it to be," Tasha said. "The whole state built its economy around letting companies hide exactly this well. It's not a loophole. It's the point of incorporating there in the first place.""That's not a company," Dom said, reading over her shoulder. "That's a ghost.""That's a company that's done this before," Grant said. "Cross took six years to build something this deep on her own. Nobody hides that carefully unless they've had a lot of practice hiding."Piper looked up from the second laptop she'd claimed for herself at the warehouse desk. "I cross-referenced Meridian against business filings i
Three Weeks Out
Naomi Whitfield met him at a coffee shop far enough from the docks that nobody Marchetti employed would think to look there, a notebook and a digital recorder both sitting on the table between them, untouched, like she was waiting to see if he'd trust her enough to let her use either one."You've got a reputation already," she said. "Warehouse kid who stood up to the councilwoman's people at her own gala. Half the city thinks you're either a folk hero or an idiot.""Which do you think?""I think you're the first person in eight months of chasing this story who might actually have something worth printing," Naomi said. "Everyone else I've talked to either folds the second I mention Cross's name, or turns out to be feeding me exactly what she wants printed.""And you think I'm different.""I think you robbed one of her shipments two nights ago and she hasn't retaliated publicly," Naomi said. "That tells me either you're more dangerous to her than she's letting on, or you're about to be.
The Unlisted Name
"Say the name again," Grant said."I don't have one," Tasha said, laptop open on the warehouse desk, the whole crew crowded around her in a way that made the small office feel considerably smaller than usual. "Just a title. Regional Director. No first name, no last name, no company listed on the calendar entry itself.""Regional director of what?" Dom asked."That's the problem," Tasha said. "The calendar entry doesn't say. It's the only meeting on Cross's entire private schedule that doesn't have a company name attached to it anywhere.""Could it just be a personal meeting?" Dom asked. "Family, doctor, something that has nothing to do with any of this?""Cross doesn't take personal meetings at a leased conference suite with private security on the door," Tasha said. "I checked the venue booking. Whoever this is, they're important enough that she's not even letting her own staff know who they are."Grant stared at the screen, at the blank sp
Old Blood
"Say that name again," Malik said quietly."Cross," Grant said. "Vivian Cross. Councilwoman. About to be your next mayor, unless somebody does something about it."Malik's laugh had no humor in it at all. "The revitalization lady. The one who cut the ribbon at my old company's building last year, right after it reopened as some upscale cold-brew distribution warehouse.""You went to that?""I stood outside and watched," Malik said. "Wanted to see what my father's whole life looked like once somebody else's name was on the sign."Grant let that land without responding right away.Malik's crew operated out of a gutted shipping container fitted with folding chairs and a space heater that didn't work. Grant sat across from him, the photographed ledger pages spread between them on an overturned crate."This is my father's signature," Malik said, running a finger over one of the pages without touching it. "Right here. Cold Harbor Storage, s
The First Move
"You want to steal from a mob boss," Dom said, "as a strategy.""I want to take back what he already stole," Grant said. "There's a difference."They stood in the warehouse office at six in the morning, a whiteboard between them covered in Grant's handwriting, arrows connecting shipping routes to dates to dollar amounts. Piper sat cross-legged on the desk, coffee in hand, reading over the plan for the third time."Ironbrook's got a shipment coming through the east dock Thursday," Grant said. "Textiles, on paper. Cash, underneath it. Enough to fund whatever Cross needs for the gala.""And you want to redirect it.""I want to redirect it somewhere it becomes very hard for Marchetti to explain to Cross," Grant said."And how exactly do we redirect a mob shipment without a small army?" Dom asked."We don't need an army," Grant said. "We need someone who already controls the ground it has to pass through."Piper looked up. "There's
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

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