Chapter 35 HOLD ON

“And call Kane. I want the pack on it now.”  

Marcus nodded and dialed. “On it.”  

Meanwhile. Shipping yard. Jersey City.

The Jersey City warehouse smelled like salt, rust, and old oil.  

Alex hit the door at a run. It gave with a screech.  

Empty.  

Concrete floors. One hanging bulb swingin...

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