Vance leaned back in his chair, the air in the room tense. "Clarke's using the city as a front, but he's got connections overseas—cartels, mercenaries, even politicians. The shipments are moving under the radar, protected by dirty cops and people in high places. It's global now. If you want to bring him down, you'll need more than that ledger."
Claire exchanged a glance with Mitchell. This was worse than they had imagined. Clarke wasn't just a crime boss with local influence—he was operating on an international scale, with a network that reached far beyond what they could have anticipated.
Mitchell's voice was tight. "We're going to need names, locations, everything."
Vance hesitated, rubbing his temple as if weighing his options. "I don't have all the answers, but I know Clarke's next move. He's got a shipment coming in tomorrow night. Big one. It's going down at Pier 47. If you hit him there, you can disrupt his supply chain."
