They found Crane in four days.
Soran knew Portland the way people knew cities they had moved through carefully — not the tourist version, not the official infrastructure, but the specific back-channel geography of a place. The courier service that had carried the letter. The cash payment. The description of the silver ring.
He gave Cole three probable locations by the second day.
Crane was in the third one.
A rented room above a logistics company in the Pearl District — the specific irony of it, that a man running a shadow operation had chosen a building whose ground floor processed shipping manifests. Soran had noted this with the flat economy of someone who found the location selection obvious in retrospect.
We drove to Portland.
Darius, Cole, Marcus, me.
Soran did not come — he h
