The burner phone in my pocket vibrated, a harsh reminder of the world beyond the flames. I ducked into a shadowy alley, the acrid smell of smoke still clinging to my clothes.
"Speak," I growled, my voice raw from the heat and ash.
"They're moving," the voice on the other end rasped. The Terekovs. A big shipment is coming in through Red Hook tonight."
My pulse quickened, a predator-sensing prey. "Details. Now."
As the informant rattled off times and locations, my mind raced, piecing together a plan. Each word was a weight, pressing down on my conscience. How many more would I suffer because of my vendetta?
"You got all that?" the voice demanded.
"Yeah," I muttered. "I got it."
The line went dead, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the distant wail of sirens. I melted into the shad
