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"Right. And we don't know which."

I went back through the pages slowly. Vehicle tags, faces, dates. The hub Devon was describing sat right in the middle of the gap between Flatbush and Crown Heights, in territory neither side had been claiming. Convenient for both sides if both sides were running it. Inconvenient for Supreme if it was TK doing it on his own under Supreme's old infrastructure.

I closed the folder and tucked it under my arm.

"Bring this to Kadeem when he's down?"

"Yeah."

"Stone gon' be in?"

"Stone said he'd come by later."

"A'ight."

Devon picked his coffee back up and looked at me over the rim. He was a man who watched people closely, watched everybody, and most of what he saw he kept to himself. He was watching me now.

"You good?" he said. "Anything else worth mentioning from last night?"

"Nah. I'm good."

He held my eye contact for a second. Then he let it go. "A'ight."

I took the folder up to Kadeem's office.

Kadeem's office was on the third floor at the back, the corner room with windows looking out over the rooftops in two directions and a heavy door that locked from the inside. He was at his desk with a pen in his hand and a notepad open in front of him when I came in. Stone was in the chair by the window, a book open on his knee, reading glasses on, cardigan buttoned over a button-down. He raised a hand when I walked in.

"Got somethin'?"

I set the folder on Kadeem's desk and walked him through it. Devon's pattern, the third vehicle, the company, the address overlap with old Supreme paper. Kadeem made notes as I talked, the small precise notes he made when something was going to require thinking through. Stone listened without looking up from his book, but I knew he was tracking every word.

When I finished, Kadeem set his pen down.

"That third company," he said. "Old Supreme paper, you said."

"Mailbox tracks back to an operation he was running in 2018."

Kadeem looked over at Stone.

Stone closed his book and took the glasses off, and he did it without hurry, the way an older man does things when he's been around long enough to know rushing doesn't help. "It's possible," he said, "that this is Supreme using infrastructure he already had in place, running a separate operation through TK so the hands don't trace back to him. It's also possible TK is using infrastructure Supreme forgot about and Supreme will be unhappy when he finds out. Either way, the corridor problem just got more complicated than what we agreed to last night."

Kadeem nodded slowly.

"What you wanna do?" he asked Stone.

"I'd want Devon on this third company before anything else. Get me everything on the directors, the actual operational addresses, the bank flow. If we're going to talk to Supreme about it we need to know what we're talking about."

"Agreed."

Stone put his glasses back on and opened his book.

I waited a moment. He looked up.

"There was a name in last night's meeting," I said. "An old intermediary. You said you'd want Devon to pull what he had on him."

"I did say that."

"Devon's data has him connected to TK's new supply too. Not just the corridor. The supply itself. Twice in last week's paperwork, both routes."