CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Reid drove the SUV slowly along the wide asphalt of the Marseille Fos Port. The industrial seaport was an enormous spread of cranes, dry docks, silos, storage facilities, and stacks upon stacks of colorful cargo containers. Despite being closed by the government, there was still a surprising amount of activity as workers unloaded freight from docked vessels and piloted cranes to slowly shift the enormous steel shipping containers from ships to stacks.
He parked between two squat beige silos and turned off the engine, leaving the keys in the ignition. Not more than a hundred yards past the windshield was the storage facility that had once belonged to Khalil Oil, a rectangular brick structure with partitioned windows about halfway up the walls. A wide banner over a pair
