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Chapter 24

Author: Joe Michael
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-18 05:27:35

The shop felt wrong without him.

The morning after Rico vanished, silence stretched through the garage bays and offices like a creeping fog. The metal shutters had been rolled up as usual, the smell of gasoline and iron lingering in the air, but something vital had gone missing — not just a person, but the pulse that kept things moving between the machinery and the shadows of this underworld.

When Morgan arrived first, he noticed it immediately. Rico’s toolbox, always tucked neatly beside the red-painted pillar, sat abandoned. The drawers gaped slightly, as though someone had left in a hurry. Morgan’s brows knit together. He called Rico’s name once, then again, but his voice only echoed back off concrete.

By the time Jaylen and Matteo drifted in, carrying the usual swagger of men who had seen too much but cared too little, Morgan had already pulled a cigarette from his pocket, unlit, rolling it between his fingers.

“Where the hell’s the kid?” Jaylen muttered, scanning the bay. He alwa
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