The blinds were pulled shut blocking the sun from getting inside the second floor apartment.
Arslan had rented the spot two days ago. It was a plain brick building that was lowkey that he made his boys set up cameras and good perimeter for.
He was done using the main warehouse for meetings as having meetings at the same place he was storing his product was a bad idea.
As for Li Wei's garage, well that was just as bad, with too many bikes and workers in and out all day, anyone could snoop around and gather information from them if he wanted to.
They needed a clean place where nobody could listen, and they could use it freely without any hassle.
James stood by the small kitchen counter, looking at a notepad. "The warehouse is locked up tight, and the money from Cal Baptiste and D-Roc cleared through the bank accounts. We paid off Milo, and we still have plenty of bricks left to move."
