"Who's the target?" he grumbled, still pressing an ice pack to his cheek. I gave him a brittle smile in return. "A mutual friend. It would seem the Rainybanks dockmaster has reneged on our arrangement. He's working for Chase and bringing live cargo through the port." The silence that followed my announcement was deafening. Then Archer threw his ice pack at the wall in frustration, his eyes flashing with fury. "I'm coming too," he snarled.
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