The warehouse had been a front for what appeared to be the largest black market operation the department had ever uncovered. Not the usual suspects of stolen electronics or counterfeit designer goods, but something far more sinister and sophisticated. Medical equipment, pharmaceuticals, and what looked like classified government documents were scattered throughout the cavernous space, suggesting an operation with tentacles reaching into the highest levels of both private industry and public service.
Ray had been working organized crime for fifteen years, ever since he'd graduated from the academy with honors and a burning desire to make a difference. His father had been a cop, killed in the line of duty when Ray was just twelve, and the young man had spent his entire adult life trying to fill those impossible shoes. At thirty-seven, he was one of the department's most respected detectives, known for his methodical approach and unwavering integrity in a profession where both qualities were increasingly rare.