The salt-crusted wind off Upper New York Bay howled through the rusted steel cranes of the Red Hook Marine Terminal, carrying the bitter scents of diesel exhaust, brackish water, and decaying kelp. Heavy fog hung low over the harbor, obscuring the silhouette of the Statue of Liberty in a ghostly gray shroud. Along Pier 38, four black Cadillac Escalades were parked in an armored semicircle outside a decommissioned shipping warehouse,…
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