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Sweet Unhappy Heart 184
Third Person's POVThe call came at four in the morning when the world was still dark and quiet. Liam's phone vibrated on the nightstand, pulling him from sleep that had not been restful to begin with. He reached for it blindly, his other arm still wrapped around Jackson who was finally sleeping after hours of staring at the ceiling."Mackenzie," Liam answered, his voice rough with exhaustion."We found the location. The warehouse where Ruiz is holding Avery." Mackenzie sounded wired, running on adrenaline and coffee. "Mexican Federal Police are moving in now. Tactical team. Full operation. We should have her within the hour."Liam sat up carefully, trying not to wake Jackson. "Are you sure it is the right place?""Eve tracked financial transactions. Kingsley identified movement patterns. Kane confirmed a visual on Ruiz entering the building yesterday evening. It is the right place." Mackenzie paused. "But Liam, you need to prepare Jackson. We do not know what condition Avery will be
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Third Person's POVDanny Finn woke at five thirty in the morning, the same as he had every morning for nine years. Prison routine had carved itself into his nervous system with the precision of scar tissue. Even now, on the day of his release, his body responded to rhythms that no longer applied to his life.He sat up on the thin mattress and looked around the cell that had been his entire world. Eight feet by ten feet of concrete and steel. A toilet bolted to the floor. A sink that barely produced water pressure. A mirror made of polished metal that reflected distorted versions of whatever stood in front of it. He had learned to see himself in that mirror. Had watched himself age from thirty-five to forty-four in a space designed to contain rather than rehabilitate.The guard appeared at his cell door at six fifteen. "Finn. Processing. Let's move."Danny stood and walked out of the cell for the last time. He did not look back. Looking back was for people who had something worth remem
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Third Person's POVThe parking garage on level seven smelled like concrete dust and engine exhaust that never quite dissipated. Fluorescent lights flickered at intervals, casting shadows that moved without reason. Jackson Maddox stepped out of the elevator into a space that felt less like architecture and more like a stage someone had dressed for a specific purpose.Morgana Prescott stood beside a black Mercedes sedan, hands visible, posture relaxed in the way that suggested she had nothing to fear from this meeting. She wore a dark suit that probably cost more than most people earned in a month, her blonde hair pulled back severely enough to make her face look carved rather than arranged. When she looked at Jackson, her eyes held the particular quality of someone who had stopped pretending to feel things they did not."You came alone," she said. Not a question."As requested." Jackson stayed near the elevator, calculating distances, exits, the weight of the transmitter button pressin
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Third person's POV Liam made dinner that neither of them ate. The pasta sat cooling on the stove, untouched, the smell of garlic and tomatoes fading into the background. Jackson tried to work on the estate company documents, laptop open on the coffee table, but after twenty minutes of staring at the same fucking paragraph about property valuations, he slammed the lid shut with a curse.They ended up on the couch instead. Jackson curled into Liam's side, head resting heavy on his shoulder, legs tangled together under the throw blanket. Some action movies flickered on the TV, explosions, car chases, none of it registering. Five minutes after it ended, neither could have told you a single plot point.The silence stretched, thick with everything they weren't saying."I love you," Jackson said suddenly, the voice was rough and thick, like the words had been clawing at his throat all day. He didn't look at Liam, just stared at the blank screen. "Whatever happens tonight, whatever Morgana t
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Third Person's POVThe bar sat in a part of downtown that tourists avoided and locals navigated with the wariness of people who understood that certain streets belonged to certain people at certain hours. Liam pulled his car into a spot three blocks away, the kind of defensive parking that came from growing up around money and understanding that expensive vehicles in poor neighborhoods were invitations for trouble.Jackson stared out the passenger window at the peeling paint and broken neon signs that marked this territory. "Mackenzie wants to meet us here? In this neighborhood?""He said neutral ground. Away from the precinct. Somewhere nobody would think to look for a federal consultant meeting with witnesses." Liam killed the engine and pocketed the keys. "You're carrying?"Jackson pulled back his jacket to show the compact nine millimeter holstered at his hip. "Since the day Avery was kidnapped. I am not walking around unarmed anymore.""Good." Liam had his own weapon, a Glock 19
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Third Person's POV Eve Dove stood in front of the tactical board, red marker in hand, drawing connections between names and locations with the methodical precision of someone who had built cases that brought down entire criminal networks. The command center hummed with activity around her, analysts pulling financial records, surveillance teams reviewing footage, communications officers coordinating with federal police. But Eve's focus remained absolute, trained on the web of information spreading across the whiteboard like a spider's architecture.Kingsley sat at the main terminal, his fingers dancing across three keyboards simultaneously while multiple screens displayed everything from satellite imagery to encrypted communications intercepts. Kane leaned against the wall near the coffee station, fourth cup in hand, studying the timeline Eve had constructed with the critical eye of someone who had survived two decades in organized crime investigation by never accepting the obvious an
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