"I think you'll reconsider that statement when you hear what I have to say next."
There was a brief pause on Petyr's end, long enough for Mara to register the shift in his breathing pattern. Then he replied. "Tell me."
"Castellano's been running product through the commercial passenger ferries out of the south docks. He's mixing syndicate cargo with civilian transport to dodge the new customs protocols."
"That violates the civilian exposure mandates." Petyr's tone shifted instantly, the casual diplomacy draining away.
"Yes. It does."
"Do you have proof?" The coldness in his voice faded, replaced by something sharper and more predatory.
"Container numbers, shipping dates, and the name of the harbourmaster he paid off," Mara said, her fingers tracing the edge of the ledger. "I have the entire manifest. Every single shipment for the last four months."
"How did you acquire such a thing?"
