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Sweet Unhappy Heart 178
Third Person's POVMaximum Security PrisonThe visitation room carried the weight of a thousand broken promises. Mackenzie had been in places like this more times than he could count during his twenty-three years with the Bureau. Even after retirement, even after trading his badge for a consultant's credential, the smell never changed. Disinfectant trying to mask desperation. Industrial paint covering walls that had absorbed too many confessions.Astor Sinclair shuffled in, shackles connecting his ankles with eighteen inches of chain. The guards positioned him in the plastic chair bolted to the floor, then stepped back to their stations by the door. Through the reinforced glass, Mackenzie studied the man who had orchestrated billions in laundered money, dozens of deaths, and the systematic corruption of everything he touched.Astor looked smaller than he had three months ago. Prison did that to men who were used to tailored suits and executive offices. The orange jumpsuit hung on him
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Third Person's POV Mexico City Police Precinct Eve Dove sat in the cramped conference room surrounded by maps, surveillance photos, and the distinctive smell of too many people working too many hours without sleep. Kingsley was to her left, his laptop open with multiple screens running facial recognition software and traffic camera feeds. Kane sat to her right, arms crossed, jaw tight with frustration. Commissioner Martinez stood at the head of the table, her presence commanding despite the exhaustion written across her face. "Okay, we do not know the damn truth right now. All we know is that Avery was abducted after getting out of that cafe." Eve leaned forward, her hands flat on the table. "We lost visuals on the van. We lost the trail. And we are no closer to finding her than we were six hours ago." "Okay, I think we should all adopt some theory here." Officer Maria Gonzalez spoke up from the far end of the table. She was young, maybe late twenties, with the kind of nervous ene
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Third Person's POVLiam gripped the steering wheel as they drove through the city toward downtown, the morning traffic thick and sluggish. Jackson sat in the passenger seat staring out the window, his jaw tight with tension that had nothing to do with the search for Avery and everything to do with where they were heading."You sure you want to do this?" Liam asked, glancing over at him. "We can turn around. Go to the precinct like we planned. Let Mackenzie handle the investigation.""No." Jackson's voice was firm. "We need to start from the beginning. Everyone keeps saying my father had my mother killed. That he arranged her murder to stop her from going to the FBI about West Ark. But nobody has actually looked at how she died. Not really. They just accepted the official story.""The car accident. Brake failure." Liam navigated around a bus that had stopped in the middle of the lane."Exactly. Brake failure. Convenient. Clean. The kind of thing that happens to people who ask too many
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Third Person's POVLiam woke up slowly, awareness returning in pieces. Warmth. Softness. The faint smell of Jackson's cologne mixed with sweat. He opened his eyes and found they were both still naked, tangled together in sheets that had been kicked halfway off the bed during the night.The memories came flooding back. The stress of the day. The news about Avery. The way they had fallen into bed desperately needing to forget for just a little while. To feel something good amid all the terrible. To remind themselves they were still alive, still together, still fighting.Liam carefully extracted himself from Jackson's sleeping form and padded across the bedroom to the bathroom. He switched on the shower and stepped under the spray, letting the hot water wash over him. It felt like absolution. Like maybe if he stood there long enough, the water would wash away more than just the physical evidence of the night before. Maybe it would wash away the fear and the guilt and the crushing weight
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Third person's POV (Highly_rated)Jackson Maddox and Liam Sinclair parked outside the apartment building, the engine ticking as it cooled in the late-night air. The street was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy after the chaos of the day. Jackson killed the lights and sat there for a second, gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white."Fuck this," he muttered, shoving the door open. He stormed up the stairs to their apartment, right as it always is, fit in, rich in, Liam right behind him.They stepped inside, the door slamming harder than necessary. Jackson didn't bother with lights. He headed straight for the kitchen, yanking open the fridge and grabbing a beer. He twisted the cap off aggressively, foam spilling over his fingers as he took a long pull."What the fuck is going on?" Jackson growled, leaning against the counter, his broad shoulders tense under his tight black t-shirt. His dark hair was messed up from running his hands through it all day, and his jaw was clen
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Third Person's POVThe office of Jefferson occupied the tenth floor of a building that had seen better days but still maintained an air of respectability through sheer stubbornness. Jackson and Liam walked through the glass doors into a reception area that smelled like old books and expensive coffee. The receptionist, a woman in her sixties who looked like she had been there since the building was new, barely glanced up before waving them toward the corner office."Mr. Jefferson is expecting you. Go right in."Jackson felt his stomach tighten as they walked down the hallway. Jefferson had been one of the few board members who had supported him when everything fell apart. When Richard Maddox was removed as CEO and the board had scrambled to distance themselves from the scandal, Jefferson had been the one to advocate for Jackson taking over. Had argued that the son should not pay for the father's sins.Now Jackson was about to find out if that support was still held.The office door wa
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