Chapter 29 Port Haven’s Reckoning

Port Haven’s docks exhaled a briny fog, the rain-slicked alleys where Ethan Carver had died five years ago now a graveyard of rusted cranes and forgotten crates. Lena Carver stepped from the shadows, her Glock a cold weight in her hand, her wounds shoulder, thigh, arm, and hip throbbing beneath bloo...

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