The last officer shut the door behind him with a heavy thud. The room fell into silence again. The kind that comes after you reminds people who the hell you are.
I turned to find Reynold already stepping closer, eyes alert. There was a fire in them, I recognized — the look of a man who had something to say and knew it mattered.
“I found something,” he said.
My brow arched. “Talk.”
He didn’t waste time. “The tattoo. The black mask symbol is inked on the forearm. It’s not just a gang — it’s an underground network. They’re called The Hollow Veil. Ruthless. Operate in the dark corners of the city. Word is, they take contracts from anyone who pays enough. Assassinations, kidnappings, sabotage… anything.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Where do they hide?”
“Old docks. Near the river bend,” he said,
