Reyes calls on a Thursday morning, voice carrying something different than her usual measured professionalism.
"We found it," she says. "The original facility. The very first one Casimir Voss and his father ever established, buried under three decades of shell companies and false registrations. This is where it all started, Sevric."
I sit up straighter at my desk, Second Ledger's daily operations suddenly feeling distant compared to this news. "Where is it?"
"Actually closer than you'd expect. Converted industrial building on the city's east side, operating under a nondescript logistics company front for the past decade. We're preparing a full raid for next week."
"Can I be there?" I ask, though I already suspect her answer.
"I figured you might ask that," Reyes says. "Given everythin
