Avery pushed open the back door, trying to get some fresh air to suppress the overwhelming nausea that had been crashing through her skull all night.
By the back door on the first floor, Drake was leaning against the wall, smoking. Cigarette butts littered the ground at his feet. As Avery walked past, he spoke.
"The North End warehouse. Boss signed it over last night."
Avery stopped in her tracks and looked at him, stunned.
"That was the only deep-water port in Obsidian City. He almost got stabbed to death at the docks last year trying to hold onto that place. Every faction in the city wanted a piece of it. And he just handed it over."
"Why?"
"To protect you!" Drake threw his half-finished cigarette to the ground.
"Victor wanted your blood sample. That was his leverage. Dr.Clair, Bo
