Chapter 217 The Blood That's Owed

• The safehouse smelled faintly of gun oil and coffee when they came back, night folded heavy outside the windows. Bishop dropped the thick folder Garza had passed across the table onto the desk with a thud that rattled the lamp.
• “Everything they had on her,” he said. “Contacts, addresses, shipments. They’ve been watching her longer than I thought.”
• Decker whistled low. “Paranoid bastards. Guess it pays off when someone like Ellerei shows up on the board.”