Chapter 13 Saltvein Wharf

Ryan parked the car in an empty lot outside Saltvein Wharf. Two in the afternoon, the sun was brutal, the asphalt soft from the heat. He grabbed Anton's folder from the passenger seat and flipped to page three—Saltvein Wharf, every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, 22:00-02:00.

Today was Monday. Conor ...

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