Ryder
Alvarez called back in forty minutes instead of the hour he'd promised, his voice tight with urgency that told me he understood exactly how much time mattered.
"Industrial complex north of the city," he said, rattling off an address that matched almost exactly what Reyna had described weeks earlier as Cole's consolidated base. "Same property the shell company owns. My guess, he's been preparing this as a fallback location for a while, somewhere secure enough to disappear from if things went bad fast."
"Security?" I asked, already spreading a rough map across the table, the club and the Vultures both gathering close to study it.
"Heavy, from what satellite imagery shows. Multiple buildings, at least one with recent vehicle activity." Alvarez's voice hardened. "I've got a tactical
