Tony Martinez's "office" was a converted warehouse in Red Hook that smelled like coffee and electronics. Multiple screens displayed surveillance feeds, financial data streams, and encrypted communications that would make federal investigators salivate. Vincent was already there when Ral and Louis arrived, his wheelchair positioned beside a tactical planning table covered with photographs and documents.
"Before you say anything," Tony began without preamble, "I want you both to understand that what I am proposing is completely illegal, morally questionable, and could get us all killed or imprisoned."
"Fantastic opening pitch," Louis muttered, but she did not leave.
Tony activated a large display showing photographs of twelve individuals. "These are the core members of Marcus's network wh
