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067. Leverages and Lies...
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The diner looked like a time capsule that had been forgotten on purpose.Grease-stained tiles, a cracked leather booth, and a jukebox that hadn’t played since before Y2K. The sun crept through yellowed blinds in thin, hazy bands, painting lines across the dusty Formica tables.Alex sat in the corner booth, his sleeves rolled up, his jacket draped over the seat beside him. He looked like someone used to listening more than talking, a detective dressed in the polite stillness of someone trying to coax answers without spooking the source.Across from him, Gene Valco looked like a ghost.His skin was wind-worn and sallow, his hair thinned to a silver whisper. The man clutched a chipped mug of stale coffee like it was the only thing tethering him to the moment.They hadn’t spoken for nearly two minutes.Just sat there. Watching.Listening.Judging the other’s breath.Then Alex spoke in a quiet voice. No badge. No authority. Just an invitation.“Long way from New York, Officer Valco.”Valc
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 071. Searching...
Outside Phoenix – Midday HeatThe Sun Valley Motel sat wedged between a forgotten gas station and a faded diner, its vacancy sign half-lit and buzzing faintly. The stucco walls had been painted peach sometime in the late '90s and hadn't seen a fresh coat since. A single palm tree drooped in the parking lot, casting a long shadow over the cracked pavement.Alex stepped into the small, air-conditioned lobby with a duffel slung over his shoulder and sunglasses still in place. The chill air smelled faintly of bleach and cheap vanilla candles.Behind the counter, a young woman with bleached-blonde curls and a nose ring straightened as he approached. Her name tag read Tanya, and she blinked at him once before smiling too brightly.“Checking in?”“Yeah. Just a night,” Alex said in a low voice, handing over one of his fake ID. His alias read Kyle Jensen—Arizona address, Midwestern roots, scrubbed clean.Tanya looked at the card, then at him. “We don’t usually get the tall, handsome, and da
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 070. Unanswered Messages...
Alex’s Apartment — Early MorningThe sun was just starting to rise, its light spilling through the tall windows and creating warm, golden stripes on the hardwood floor. The room felt still and peaceful, with only the soft sounds of zippers and shifting fabric breaking the silence.Alex stood over the bed, methodically folding a dark hoodie into a black duffel bag, beside a burner tablet still in factory plastic, a spare firearm in a compact holster, and a nondescript wallet carrying three IDs. All fake. All clean.No badge this time.No Moretti rings, no precinct cards. Essentials only.He checked the contents twice. Then unzipped the tablet sleeve and inserted a small flash drive, the one Jenna had handed him two days prior. He watched the loading icon spin.> No new data.Access denied.User file restricted.The screen blinked back at him like it was mocking him.He’d hoped for something—anything—on Gene Valco. A scrap of truth. A breadcrumb. Instead, there was nothing.And that was
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 069. Old Wounds...
Matteo’s Office — EveningMatteo’s mansion stood under a grey sky that looked as though it might rain, but it never did. Inside his office, everything was made of marble and wood, creating a cold and serious atmosphere. A fire crackled quietly in the corner, providing little warmth. The walls were filled with rare books, but they felt impersonal and lacking in emotion.Alex walked in without knocking.Matteo sat behind his wide desk, swirling a lowball glass in one hand. His eyes flicked up from the newspaper, unsurprised.“So,” Alex began, “we’re hijacking shipments now?”Matteo took a sip of whatever was in the glass, likely scotch, aged and expensive. “If you’re busy playing cop husband to the doctor,” he said without looking up, “someone has to make calls you aren’t making.”Alex stepped closer. “I told you I was handling it. That shipment wasn’t supposed to be touched.”“You were unreachable,” Matteo said, folding the newspaper and setting it aside. “While you were off chasing g
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 068. Crosshairs...
As night settled over the docks, a chill filled the air. The steel cranes towered like eerie skeletons against the cloudy sky, while shipping containers, stacked high like huge tombstones, faded into the mist. Flickering sodium floodlights lit up the vast port, casting bright beams across the area.Ava’s intel had been solid.Selena had intercepted the manifest at noon: an international shipment arriving under the guise of medical equipment. But buried beneath the false manifests and decoy crates were millions of dollars' worth of cutting-edge weaponry and military-grade technology. The kind of haul that would tilt the scales in any shadow war.Ava didn’t think twice. She gathered her top crew, each member chosen for their speed, skill, loyalty, and ability to get the job done.They worked like a well-oiled machine. Their trucks were unmarked, their equipment was quiet, and their communication was seamless. The extraction went off without a hitch—until it suddenly didn’t.“Eyes up,
I Found My Mafia Mom, A Cop Husband 067. Leverages and Lies...
Alex’s Apartment.The door clicked shut behind him.Alex moved through the apartment with the coiled energy of a man too full of thought to sit still. He tossed his keys onto the small glass dish by the door, dropped his jacket onto the back of the couch, and didn’t bother with the lights.The amber spill from a streetlamp outside was enough to illuminate the room in dusky gold.He pulled the envelope from inside his jacket.It was heavier than it looked. Thicker.He sat down at the edge of the couch and opened it carefully, like the contents might detonate.Inside: photos. Documents. Paper-clipped pages.The first image made his breath catch: Ava, stepping out of her car with Pearl beside her, hand resting on the girl’s shoulder. A casual, candid shot. A day that had seemed ordinary.Another photo: Rafael, standing too close to Ava on her front porch. It was a conversation, nothing more, but caught on camera, it looked like something else.More followed: stills of Pearl’s private scho
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