Mr. Bradford, better known on the docks as Tarquin, was aboard a supply ship, rummaging through contraband freshly smuggled off a vessel owned by the Hawkins family, when his phone buzzed with a call from Lowell.

"Tarquin, that ingrate Larry Hawkins has sent assassins after you," Lowell's voice came through, light and almost amused.

"What?" Tarquin couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah, that Larry kid. Sent some goons to take you out," Lowell repeated, chuckling as if the idea of Larry trying to kill Tarquin was as absurd as a mouse taking on a lion. There was no threat, only comedy in the notion.

Tarquin pursed his lips, "Why the hell would he come after me? I haven't even been near Hawkins territory."

"It's about your wife. She stumbled upon some dark family secrets about Mrs. Hawkins being mistreated. Larry's looking to silence her, and you, being her husband, are also on his hit list."

Being Elysia's husband... well, that was a title Tarquin wore with pride.

are they now?" Tarquin inquired, his

Our guys are keeping an eye on them. Should we nab them

sure they can't contact Larry. Cut them

Lowell, Tarquin dialed

doing great. Grandma's been through a lot,

in turn, hurt him. It was all

be there as soon as I sort things out

"Got it!"

had uncovered before hanging up. Axel emerged from the ship's hold, "Looks

Tarquin's eyes. If it was him, things were starting

him then. Transporting contraband now seemed like an attempt to smear Clayton's name. But smearing Clayton also meant smearing Hawkins Sea-freight. Yet,

rush the

it seemed clear that the mystery man knew of Tarquin and Elysia's return to Oceanopolis and the upcoming board meeting

the other shareholders were oblivious to the upheaval, already discounting Clayton as

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