"And political blackmail." I said as Saint looked directly into my eyes.
"This stopped being gang s**t a long f*****g time ago." He said as I sat back against the wall.
"How big?" I asked.
"Too big for one club." He said.
"How big, Saint?" I asked.
"National." He said.
The word settled heavily between us. Saint opened another file on the bunker computer and dozens of connections appeared across the screen. Cities, ports, military contractors, private security companies, politicians, criminal organizations, bank accounts and blackmail files.
Everything connected back to Razor and I stared at the screen while my stomach twisted.
"He's building a criminal network." I said.
"Yes." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Power." He said and I shook my head.
"That's not enough." I said.
"Razor
