“The shipping routes are used to move more than cargo.”
The sentence stayed between us, and this time I didn't need Konstantin to explain what he meant. I had spent enough time around powerful people to know that when someone described a crime that casually, there was usually a much larger story buried underneath it.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked.
Konstantin's fingers tapped once against the arm of his chair. “Long enough for both families to forget where legitimate business ends and everything else begins.”
I stared at him.
The Ashworths and the Alfies hadn't simply built successful companies. They had built a system, one that had survived because generations of people had learned when to look away and when to keep their mouths shut.
And now I was sitting in the middle
