Chapter 214 South Harbor

• Two dots converged on Bishop’s screen while the vans rolled. One was the paintbrush bug riding Morales’s “special guest.” The other was a Garza phone that had pinged the auction dust three times in the last hour and then stopped moving inside South Harbor.
• “Morales is pushing product to the brothers,” Bishop said. “ETA six minutes to their gate. We beat it by three.”
• “Good,” Ellerei said. “I want the welcome committee.”