Black Water at the Port

He hung up and moved between stacked containers. The port fence held old railway lines, and the track kept running toward the warehouse district. Ethan put his hand on a rusted rail and heard a memory immediately. Loading. Closing. Dragging. Struggling. People had been moved through here. He followed the echo into Warehouse 10 and found a line of refrigerated trucks with custom interiors. One of the back doors was open. A middle-aged man with blood on his face and a clean suit collar was being shoved toward the cargo bay by two guards. "Who's that?" Ethan whispered. "Port committee accountant," Jaden said in his ear after a quick search. "He handled the Lighthouse money trail. Wait. He was reported missing last week." Ethan's stomach dropped.