How it starts
Keahi snaps the neck off a green bottle against the iron radiator, filling two tumblers before his crew clears out into the hall. He looks straight across the table. "To the cargo, they think. Truth is, I underwrote the run so you would stay on this ridge tonight. Try walking out that door."
The setup
Inside a mezzanine screening booth above Karangahape Road, rain lashes the stained glass while dock bells clang along the harbor below. You scrubbed a catastrophic municipal ledger that would have buried Keahi, turning you into his sole confidant. What is at stake is control of the eastern wharves, while an audit team closes in on your old office and an anonymous supplier demands Keahi surrender his private film vault.
