He was already moving for the door.
Kane laughed once. “Show off.”
“Keep distance.”
The call ended.
Dante wrote storage lot beside Palmer’s name. Jace came in from the garage wiping grease off his hands.
“Sedan two is ready.”
“Good.”
He nodded and went back out.
The board was filling fast. Fast was better than blind.
Milo brought the first set of notes over. Dante handed them to me. Three businesses were listed as holdouts on a Delaney redevelopment block near the river. A family diner. A mechanic shop. A small private security firm that had refused buyout offers twice.
That got my attention.
I tapped the last name. “Who owns it?”
Dante leaned closer. “Harlan Pierce.”
I knew the name. Former cop. Left after a corruption investigation that never touched the men it should have.
