CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
At night, most of the docks along the Port of Boston looked almost majestic. Cargo ships came and went and, much further down the port along the downtown stretch, cruise ships would dock in from time to time. From the air, it all looked clean and promising, just another scenic area of Boston.
But as a detective, Avery knew better. She knew that there were nooks and crannies along the docks that were unsavory. In the shadows of the cargo ships and fishing hauls there were other activities usually taking place; these were activities that involved the trading of money for bodies or drugs or both. And it was all hidden in plain sight while business was being conducted as usual in waters and on piers and docks several hundred yards away.
Avery drove beyond Union Wharf, hea
