Synopsis

The city pulsed with a dark energy, a relentless current of illicit trade. Detective Harding felt it in the stale air of the abandoned warehouse, a tangible weight of desperation and greed. They were hunting a ghost – a purveyor of pharmaceutical-grade cocaine, a phantom who moved through the shadows, leaving a trail of shattered lives. Harding surveyed the scene: dust motes danced in the weak shafts of moonlight filtering through broken windows, illuminating discarded crates and the lingerin