The Wednesday morning sun broke over the industrial skyline of Port Newark with rare, pristine clarity, burning off the river mist and illuminating the vast steel container yards below. At eight o'clock, a discreet black sedan pulled up outside the converted brick pilot's quarters overlooking Berth 24. Elena Vance stepped out of the vehicle. She wore a simple, elegant camel-hair coat over an ivory cashmere turtleneck and dark denim trousers,…
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