Damien Wolfe
“And?”
Ethan had barely stepped through the door before I asked. I didn’t look up from the screen in front of me I didn’t need to. The tone was enough. He knew exactly what question I meant.
He crossed the room quietly, set a folder down on the desk, and said, “You were right about the number.”
I lifted my eyes. “Whose is it?”
“Javi León,” he replied. “Goes by Vega. Low-profile, but old in the game. Logistics handler for Rivera.”
That name hit something in me too familiar, too close to everything I’ve spent years burning to the ground.
Ethan continued . “Trafficking, ports, border transport. He’s been running operations out of Chicago and New York for a while. Keeps his hands clean enough not to be in the system, but his prints are all over a few offshore accounts. He’s
