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Chapter 38: Cop's Warning

Author: Kane Wilder
last update publish date: 2026-06-30 04:19:23

Detective Lena Torres waited in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Los Angeles, her dark hair pulled back tight and her eyes sharp as knives in the dim light. Elara’s heart raced as they approached her, the air thick with the smell of rust and danger. Torres had risked everything to meet them off the record, her badge glinting like a warning under the single flickering bulb overhead. “You two are in deeper than you know,” she said, voice low and urgent. “The ports aren’t just
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