DEADENDS: How I Crossed Paths with the Mafia Don

ire, make their way to The Crimson Court. They enter the establishment with a plan in mi

oach the bouncers stationed at the entrance. Austine assumes an authoritative

to believe he's operating illegal activities her

s glances. One of them, a burly man with a shaved head, steps forward. "Right this way

pass by several rooms and a obscene strip pole wherein women with barely anything on dance sensually. Their legs entwined with the pole as t

would be surprised. Too many men dream of owning places like this.

hesitates before opening the door. "Be careful

he enigmatic figure at the center of their investigation. He sits on an ornate chair, surrounded by an entourage of

es the room, searching for an

le curves his lips. "Well, well, what do we have here? Two brave o

and enigmatic figure who holds the key to their investigatio

nvolved in illegal activities. I must warn you, my partner here is a law

shifts in his seat. "A lawyer, you say? Well, then

s in a drunken slumber. "You'll excuse Thomas. He had a

artley. "Tell us what we need to know, Mr

detective. Since you're so eager to know, let me enlighten you. Elizabeth Kensi

s she listens intently. "Go

off, detective. She disappeared with the very person who supplied her with

. Clearly, he cared about Elizab

and frustration settling upon her. Ethan, noticing h

ce filled with empathy. "Sometimes, cases don't unfold the way we hope

anything good here," Damien speaks as he swirls the

ess and determination. "I know, Ethan. But we can't let this setback discourage us. There a

right, Austine. We'll shift our focus and continue to gather evidence a

on his lips. "Consider this a warning, detective. You've taken a step into a dange

at him and leave

s elusive, and the case takes an unexpected turn. Yet, in that moment of disappointment, Austine