Costas Pov
The phone lit up with an incoming call. I answered, putting it on speaker.
A grainy video feed showed the eastern docks. Victor and several of Raven's men were visible, moving between shipping containers.
"Watch," the Ghost instructed.
On screen, one of the men with Victor broke away, moving to a shadowed area. He pulled out a phone, made a call.
"That's Marco," I said, recognizing Raven's longtime enforcer. "Who's he calling?"
As if in answer, the video zoomed in on Marco's face. He was speaking urgently, looking over his shoulder.
"Turn up the volume," the Ghost directed.
I did. Marco's voice came through, scratchy but clear:
"—not what we thought. Costa's men are already here, hiding in the southeast quadrant. At least twenty of them. Heavy weapons. Victor wants to p
