We brought him back to the clubhouse under supervision, and Ethan spent the next several hours comparing the maps against property records, satellite images, police records, and everything else we had already collected.
The first location checked out. So did the second. Then the third.
By the time Ethan finished, we had confirmed six Black Reaper properties.
One was a storage facility. One was a rural compound. Two were commercial warehouses. Another was a repair business that appeared legitimate from the outside and the sixth was an abandoned factory. So Ethan circled it on the map.
“This one concerns me.” Ethan said.
“Why?” I asked.
“The ownership changed three times in six years, but the building has barely been used.” Ethan said as Mason looked over his shoulder.
“What does Tyle
