Chapter 472: Yosef's Final Snare

The designated location was a derelict shipyard on the western edge of Seapolis, a graveyard of forgotten vessels and rusting steel. The salty air, thick with the scent of decay and brine, swirled around Gordon York as he stepped out of his car. The moon was a sliver in the overcast sky, casting long, distorted shadows that danced like specters among the skeletal cranes. He had come alone, as instructed. The message, delivered through a channel he knew was monitored by the York family, had been...