Don's bedroom was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of sheets as Don shifted his position on the edge of his bed. The dim light from his bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, creating a contemplative atmosphere.
**Click**
Don's earbuds crackled as Gary cleared his throat on the other end.
"If I may begin, sir," Gary's voice came through clearly. "I've received some rather interesting intelligence from several of my contacts in the information trade."
Don leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he listened intently
"The Hell Riders gang appears to be orchestrating a significant movement of their product today," Gary continued. "They're utilizing multiple routes, each leading to designated stash houses."
