“These are your targets,” L said. “We suspect that one is silently running a large coordinated organised crime syndicate along the eastern seaboard.”
Now that came as a surprise, because neither looked like they were up to the task. Neither appeared to be in their thirties, an impressive feat for anyone that age to wrestle control of an existing syndicate or win become a major player. Where are the guards, their version of Ursus and Brutus?
That level of power came with powerful enemies, which meant around the clock security. It would be a risk to grab a drink at a local venue without heavy security being involved.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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