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Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Smoke Before the Fire
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Broken Wings Chapter Twenty-Eight: What's Left Behind
Inside the farmhouse, the air was thick with dust and tension. Wooden floorboards groaned under heavy boots as six men moved through the shadows, dragging crates, flipping tarps, checking contents. Guns. Pills. Bundles wrapped in cloth and taped shut. The place smelled like sweat and old rot.Luis stood near the stairs, phone to his ear, watching them work. His voice was low, clipped.“Yeah. We’re doing it now,” he said, shifting slightly to glance toward the back window. “We’ll clear it out before anyone gets close.”Riko’s voice buzzed faintly on the other end.Luis gave a nod even though Riko couldn’t see him. “Alright. I’ll handle it.”He hung up, sliding the phone into his back pocket.Behind him, a voice cut through the quiet.“Are we moving again?”He turned.A girl stood near the hallway, barefoot on the cold wood, eyes wide and hollow. She wasn’t one of the new ones — she’d been here a while. Too long. Her hands were clenched in front of her, fingers pale.Luis looked at her.
Broken Wings Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Smoke Before the Fire
It is 5 a.m. The station is quiet. Papers shuffle. A vending machine hums. The receptionist looks up, startled, as Red walks in—face swollen, lower lip split, bruises blooming across his jaw.She rises halfway from her seat.“Sir—do you need to sit? Do you want to file a complaint?”Red shaking his head, “Call Reyes. I’ll wait.”He doesn’t wait for a reply. He walks to the waiting area and sits down, elbows on his knees, head lowered like a boulder’s weighing it down.The receptionist hesitates, then picks up the phone.After twenty minutes.Reyes enters through the main doors, hair disheveled, shadows under his eyes. It’s clear he hasn’t slept. Morgan is a few steps behind, cup of coffee in hand, watching quietly.Reyes spots Red in the waiting area and doesn’t waste a word. Just a sharp nod, then gestures for him to follow.Red sits heavily across from Reyes, who drops into his chair. Morgan leans in the doorway, arms crossed, listening.Red started, “Riko’s lost it.”He wipes his j
Broken Wings Chapter Twenty-Six: I Made Her.
It was nearly midnight. The front steps of the Duskville Police Station were quiet, the streetlights flickering in pale halos. The city hummed low in the distance—restless, waiting.Red stood across the street, leaning against a dark lamppost. Smoke curled from a half-burned cigarette in his hand. His other hand stayed in his pocket.He waited.Then he saw him—DI Reyes stepping out of the station, shoulders taut with exhaustion, jaw clenched. DI Morgan followed close behind, a file tucked under one arm.The moment Reyes hit the sidewalk, Red moved.Straight line. No hesitation. No wave. No hello.Morgan stiffened. “What the hell are you—?”But Reyes didn’t flinch. He stood still, eyes calm, watching Red approach like a man who'd already read the ending.Red stopped inches from him. His hand still in his jacket pocket.Morgan’s hand drifted instinctively to his holster.Reyes didn’t blink.Then Red pulled out a small, silver flash drive and shoved it toward Reyes’s chest.“Did your fuc
Broken Wings Chapter Twenty-Five: Whiskey and Weak Spots
The music in the Red Velvet pulsed low, velvet and smoke curling in the air. Raven was heading toward the bar when she saw the front doors swing open with a subtle urgency. A VIP had arrived.She paused mid-step, slipping into the shadows by the velvet curtain, half-hidden.Riko, Luis, Milo, Ozzy, and Knox emerged from different corners of the club like pieces falling into place. Their suits were crisp, but their shoulders were stiff, their faces drawn tight. It was the way they moved—guarded, not cocky. Something was off.Raven watched them lead the guest toward one of the high-tier VIP chambers near the back hallway. She didn’t see the man’s face. But the unease in their bodies made her stomach turn. A thought crossed her mind like a whisper.Judge Hanlon?She tried to brush it away—but the feeling stayed.Time passed, slow and coiled.Then came the commotion.A muffled thud. Raised voices. Angry. Demanding. Sharp, like something had snapped.Raven froze, glancing around. No one els
Broken Wings Chapter Twenty-Four: Cracks in the Foundation
The walls of the interrogation room were painted that same washed-out grey that seemed to bleed the warmth out of everything. A flickering overhead bulb hummed quietly above, casting harsh light across the metal table. Beckett sat slouched, wrists shackled to the ring bolted into the center of the table. His eyes were red, but he hadn’t spoken since Reyes dragged him in.Reyes entered without a word, a folder in hand, and closed the door behind him with a slow click. He didn’t slam it—he didn’t need to. The silence that followed was heavier than any shout.He sat across from Beckett, elbows on the table, eyes fixed on him.“Why’d you do it?” Reyes asked, voice calm—too calm. Controlled. It was the kind of calm that made the room feel colder.Beckett’s eyes stayed down. His fingers trembled where they rested near the cuffs. A single tear slipped down his cheek, but he said nothing.Reyes watched him a moment longer. The tension in his jaw was the only betrayal of the storm underneath.
Broken Wings Chapter Twenty-Three: Porcelain Mask
Dim lights pool around the edges of the richly furnished office. Councilor Anton Vesnik stands at the tall window, staring out at the city skyline. A scotch glass dangles loosely in his hand, the ice half-melted.His aide, a nervous young man in a pressed suit, sets a folder on the desk behind him.Aide said quietly, “You asked for anything unusual in the station's reports. This came in from one of our sources downtown. Thought you’d want to see it.”Vesnik turns. His eyes land on the page—buried inside is a fabricated memo Reyes had engineered, hinting that a member of Vesnik’s inner circle is under quiet investigation for laundering public funds.His jaw tightens. He picks up the paper and reads it twice, then again.“Who else has seen this?”“Just me. It’s not in any official system. Came through the back channel.”Vesnik doesn’t answer. He walks slowly to his desk, sets the glass down, and pulls out his personal phone. His fingers hover above the screen.He dials._DI Reyes sits
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