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The Don's Dirty Obsession The Murder of Linda Santos
The prison where Linda had died was cooperative, too cooperative. The warden met them at the gate with a forced smile and a stack of paperwork, his hands trembling slightly as he handed over the files. Records showed she had been cremated within twenty-four hours of her death, no autopsy performed, no investigation opened. “Standard procedure for natural causes,” the warden had said, avoiding their eyes. Cedric had stared at the documents until the words blurred, his hands clenched so tightly the paper crumpled.Anna used her contacts in the underground network of survivors to get the medical records. They arrived via encrypted email the next day, a thick PDF filled with clinical jargon and cold numbers. The cause of death listed: “complications from advanced cancer.” But a nurse, anonymous, scared, reaching out through a burner phone, contacted Cedric two days later.“Your mother didn’t have cancer,” the woman whispered, her voice trembling over the line. “She was healthy when she ar
The Don's Dirty Obsession The New Country
The first thing Cedric noticed was that he'd stopped flinching at cars.Not all at once. It happened gradually, the way the body unlearns things, one morning he realized the sound of a vehicle slowing outside the house hadn't made him tense, and he stood in the kitchen holding his coffee and tried to remember when that had changed. He couldn't. It had just happened, quietly, while he wasn't paying attention.That felt like the most accurate description of Canada he had.The town was small and tucked between mountains and forest in a way that felt almost deliberate, like the geography was in on it. Snow on the peaks year round. Evergreens dense enough to change the quality of light in summer, turning everything slightly green and dim and cool. The air smelled like pine and rain even on dry days, and at first that smell had made him alert the way unfamiliar things did, and then one day it just smelled like outside. Like where he lived.Anna's network had built them good identities. Not
The Don's Dirty Obsession The Firestorm
Anna pressed enter.Nobody said anything. They just watched the upload bar move.It wasn't dramatic. That was the thing Cedric hadn't expected, how quiet the actual moment was. Just a progress bar on a screen in a cabin in the mountains, while outside the generator hummed and the trees stood in the dark and the world had no idea what was coming. He watched the percentage climb and felt nothing he could name. Not relief. Not triumph. Something closer to the feeling after a very long held breath, when your body hasn't caught up yet to the fact that it's allowed to exhale.The bar hit a hundred percent.Anna closed the laptop."It's done," she said.They slept in shifts. Or tried to. Cedric lay on the floor with his eyes open and listened to the others breathe and waited for morning.~~~~The first twenty-four hours were like watching a controlled demolition that turned out to be less controlled than advertised.He was on the radio when the first reports broke, a crackling signal through
The Don's Dirty Obsession On the Run Again
The room smelled like every bad decision the previous guests had ever made.Cigarette smoke soaked into the walls so deep it had become part of the structure. The carpet had a path worn into it from the door to the bed, thin as a scar, from however many people had paced this same small square of floor before him. The lamp on the table flickered every few minutes. Cedric had stopped noticing it around hour three.He didn't know exactly when he'd last slept. He'd stopped counting somewhere around the forty-hour mark because the number had stopped meaning anything useful.The drive was plugged into the laptop. He'd been going through it slowly, the way you go through something you know is going to hurt, not fast, not recklessly, but steadily, because stopping felt worse than continuing. Names. Transaction records. Photographs. Shell company structures laid out in careful columns like someone had spent years making sure it would all be easy to follow if anyone ever looked. The thoroughnes
The Don's Dirty Obsession The Bloodline
The cafeteria was silent except for the steady drip of water from a leaky ceiling somewhere in the rafters. Each drop hit the linoleum floor with a soft, rhythmic plink, like a clock counting down to something inevitable. Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of sunlight filtering through the boarded-up windows, turning the abandoned space into something almost ethereal, almost sacred. Cedric stood frozen between Gianni and Brett, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him like a physical force, making his chest tight and his breath shallow. The air smelled of old grease, dust, and the faint metallic tang of rust from the pipes overhead.Cedric stared at Brett, then slowly turned to Gianni. His voice came out low, edged with betrayal. “You knew.”It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation.Gianni’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes flickering with something between guilt and resolve. He didn’t look away. “I suspected. After the warehouse incident, after everything started falling i
The Don's Dirty Obsession The Cafeteria Reunion
The school looked nothing like he remembered.Or maybe it did, and that was the problem.Cedric sat in the parked car for longer than he meant to, engine off, hands still on the wheel. The building was half-dead already, windows boarded, walls tagged in overlapping graffiti, a demolition notice stapled to a post near the entrance that the weather had already started to erase. In a few months none of this would exist. Just a cleared lot and whatever they decided to put there instead.He wondered if that would feel like something. Right now it just felt like a building.He'd driven here alone. Gianni had stood in the doorway when he left, not saying anything, which was its own kind of argument. Lily had been at the kitchen window with the dog pressed against her side, watching him back the car out. He hadn't looked in the rearview mirror after that. If he had, he probably wouldn't have left.Two hours. He'd told her two hours.He got out of the car.The air was cold and damp, the smell
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