Phoebe's POV
Arms smuggling ranked among Coralia's most serious crimes, usually requiring elite police units for takedowns. But this was different—Alan, the legendary ex-soldier with his crack team, had stumbled onto this mess in Harold's domain.
Hans brushed off the report when it reached him. Why waste police resources? He gave the green light for the involved parties to handle their own business, provided the criminals got caught and the stolen merchandise recovered. Anywhere else, this approach might raise eyebrows. In Clearwater, on Harold's turf, it was Tuesday.
I stayed hidden in the shadows when we reached the location. After Alan laid out their cleanup strategy, I couldn't help but grin. "What are we now, part-time cops?" This had zero connection to that major operation we'd discussed or any real confrontation.
Alan rubbed his nose sheepishly and chuckled. "Pretty much, yeah..."
