By dawn on Thursday morning, the tactical command vehicle had returned to the DUMBO safehouse. Outside the high industrial windows, the first golden rays of the sunrise broke through the departing storm clouds, painting the stone arches of the Brooklyn Bridge in shades of rose, amber, and radiant gold. The harbor below was serene, the waters of the East River lapping gently against the piers where Santoro and Bellini cargo…
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