(Damian)
I walked back inside the warehouse. Mark was already on his phone, probably calling in the extra security. I took the laptop from Tomas and started typing.
"What do you have?" Mark asked, finishing his call.
"Starting with the Rivera crew," I said, fingers moving across the keyboard. "They've been quiet since we took over their territory last month. Maybe too quiet."
"They don't have the balls for this," Mark said. "What about the Russians?"
"Vlad's been locked up for three weeks. His guys are scattered." I pulled up another screen. "Nico, I need you to start making calls. Check with your contacts, see if anyone's heard chatter about moves against us."
Nico nodded and pulled out his phone. "I'll start with the usual suspects."
Mark walked over. "Two more men will be here in
