Welcome back to Crimson Whispers, where foggy edges and quiet corners tend to keep the loudest secrets.

Tonight, we walk the planks of Brighton Wharf before sunrise—gulls asleep, water black as ink, and a red raincoat folded too neatly in an empty skiff. What looks like a simple disappearance unfolds into a map of blind spots, midnight forklifts, and a shipment no one is supposed to see.

This is The Silent Wharf.

Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/crimson-whispers-crimes-behind-closed-doors/donations

Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

Privacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy