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I watched her walk out into the drizzle. I had a city to comb, a supply chain to rattle, and a caffeine headache that was just getting started. In the business of beans and bullets, you either brew or you get brewed. And me? I was just trying to stay hot.

I opened the envelope. Inside was a single photograph of a shipping container with a symbol I hadn't seen in years: the . They weren't just into beans; they were into the kind of "business" that ended with people wearing cement overshoes in the harbor. File: Coffee.Noir.Business.Detective.Game.zip ...

"This is deep water, Mrs. Gable," I muttered, taking my first sip. The acidity hit the back of my throat—notes of blueberry and betrayal. "If the Syndicate is involved, your husband didn't just disappear. He was filtered out." I watched her walk out into the drizzle

Welcome to , the only place in this city where the coffee is darker than the motives. And me

I’m Elias Thorne. Some call me a consultant; the IRS calls me a private investigator; but mostly, I’m just a guy who knows how to read the foam. In this town, you don’t find the truth in a ledger—you find it at the bottom of a double-shot espresso.