ADRIAN’s POV
The port district at midnight looked exactly like the kind of place a man chose when he needed to be certain nobody followed him.
Narrow streets running between warehouse buildings, the smell of salt water and diesel, lights sparse enough that the dark between them felt deliberate. My driver had driven without headlights for the last two blocks at my instruction. The car sat now in a loading bay three buildings from the address Reeves had sent.
I had come alone, or close enough. My driver waited with the car and one security member stood at the building entrance with instructions not to follow me inside. Some conversations required the particular atmosphere that came from two people sitting in a room without witnesses.
The building was an old shipping office, decommission
