Chapter Fourteen
“Intel panned out.” Leaning back against the wall, Cole lifted a foot and smashed his cigarette butt into the sole of his boot, then swapped it for a fresh one from his pack. He lit it and took a deep drag. “That’s the good news. Duchanes recently bought two properties in Newark—a big ol’ warehouse and a brownstone not far from it, both in his own name. I did some drive-bys on the locations, snooped around as best I could. Didn’t want to get too close without backup.”
“What did you see?”
“Nothing much going on at the brownstone. Looks like he lives there, maybe uses it to house his favorite blood slaves. Doesn’t spend much time there, though. All the action’s over at the warehouse, which is where the bad news comes in.”
“How so?”
“No windows, lots of beefed-up securit
