two years, I' ve willingly lived in a rund
it for
cott, a detective who was demoted to
a jealous rival leaked his infor
freelance stringer, barely making ends meet, a
ountry. My real boss, Andrew Lester, the owner of a national news network, provi
risked my life, gathering intel he could use to get back on his
r him, without
that al
ntire supply chain. I was supposed to drop it for Matthew'
was a
the warehouse doors slammed shut a
sharp, intense. I dropped behind a stack of cr
tted my teeth, the warm stickiness
s device, a direct line to
e I heard first. It was
our finger, man. She does all the di
ice, slick and arro
little naive, but she gets the job done. Th
, a cold,
ing it straight to Stella. She' s using it to get close to Councilman R
nfire, the pain in my sh
sn't for justice. It was just a gif
od ran
the pain. I finished the fight, not for him, but for myself
ut of the warehouse. My vision was blur
r faces. Matthew and his
n out of my chest. The physical wo
ing in protest. I patched myself up, my hands s
I replayed his w
eful
thing, and he had giv
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