Raven sat frozen, the folder trembling in her lap like it was laced with poison. Her fingers hovered over the pages, afraid to turn them. Afraid not to. Her brother’s name stared back at her in neat, clinical type, Gabriel Knight.
Her breath came in shallow drags as she flipped through the contents. A police report. A toxicology breakdown. But it wasn’t heroin they found in Gabriel’s system, it was an untraceable synthetic. Manufactured in black labs. Only used by cartels and traffickers to sedate high-value assets.
He had been tagged abd tracked. There were notes scribbled in the margins, shipment codes, names of couriers, offshore drop points and one name kept appearing like a bloodstain that wouldn’t lift: Dante Belluci.
Her stomach turned. Gabriel hadn’t stumbled into drugs. He had
