AdamAfter a long morning leading several training sessions at my security company, I headed to my central hotel. I needed to review reports Zamora made on the few investors Alexandros scraped up for Lorenzo. I was tempted to leave when I remembered I had an overdue meeting with Maybell Sweetheart.Daphnie told me Maybell was the one who talked her into coming back to me, so I instructed the bar manager to send Maybell to my office when her shift was over. I wanted to thank her personally. Daphnie and I would still be separated if it weren't for her. I would still be home alone, crying and hoping Daphnie would return to me.I was triple-checking the profits of each of my hotels when there was a soft knock on my door."Come in," I called out.The woman stepped into my office slowly and fearfully. "Maybell," I said as I stood and walked around my desk. "It's a pleasure to meet you finally; I'm Adam Carter."I extended my hand to her. She seemed timid as she cautiously shook my hand; her

DaphnieI had an uneasy feeling as we drove to the police station. We were greeted by Detectives Halstead and Upton as soon as we entered."You have got to be kidding me," I mumbled."Adam," Halstead said. "Mrs. Carter.""Why were we called here?" Adam asked."Let's go discuss this in private," Detective Upton said.We were guided through a few hallways and into an interrogation room. Although I had a sweater, I felt so cold. Adam immediately took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around me. Once we sat down, Detective Halstead closed the door; I scooted closer to Adam."Well, as I said, Lorenzo Velasco was found dead in his apartment."Detective Halstead threw some photos in front of us, showing Lorenzo's body from different angles. A bullet was in his head."So, what are we doing here?" I asked. The nervousness I felt was replaced with irritation.""Well," Detective Upton started. "Adam is our primary suspect.""Why is that?" Adam asked, seeming unfazed by the accusation."Adam,

BenA cold shock abruptly awoke me. I looked around to see that I was surrounded by several men wearing business suits. When I saw one of the men holding a bucket, I assumed they had splashed cold water on me. When I looked up, I noticed that I was hanging from chains attached to the ceiling; my toes barely touched the ground."What the hell is going on?"One of the men walked up to me and threw a punch at my face."No talking," he said in a firm voice.I chuckled, "That's going to be difficult; I'm a district attorney, and talking is part of my job."Being a smartass earned me three more punches."Enough!" I heard a voice boom.In walked a tall man who looked to be in his twenties. He looked at me and smiled."The Devil Dog's best friend," he said. "Not as valuable as his wife, but you'll do."I was so confused; they clearly got me mixed up with someone else."You've got the wrong guy." I practically pleaded. "I don't know a Devil Dog."The man scoffed, "Are you sure you and Adam are

AlexandrosI sat in my office pondering how I could see Daphnie again. I hadn't seen her since her appointment with Dr. Sawyer two weeks ago. I attempted to hack into the cameras of her home but couldn't; her stupid husband had everything from electronic devices to their wifi tightly secured. I tried to override his security system, but it recoded itself every time I tried to hack into it. Adam Carter did not play. If that was how he lived as a civilian, I could only imagine how he operated in the mafia.It was strange to see a man like Adam Carter in the mafia; he didn't seem the type. Perhaps that was his key to being so successful; no one would suspect him. I heard many rumors about how he worked. Lorenzo told me about his experience while accompanying Adam during a few transactions. Adam worked with military strategies, and he was ruthless when threatened. I then understood why he was called 'The Devil Dog."I was shocked that Adam Carter knew about my business in the greek mafia;

AdamI stared out the window of the recovery room Daphnie was moved to. Nightingale was taken for her hearing test, so Daphnie rested; she was sleeping on and off, fighting to stay awake, but her exhaustion won.The paramedics that took Quinn got back to me; she drifted off into a coma. The doctors hoped she would wake up, but I knew she wouldn't; it was just a matter of time before she went into cardiac arrest. I skimmed over the documents she told me about and found many test results from blood samples from Maybell Sweetheart. Dr. Sweetheart was one sick bastard. Although I was irritated about Chad reaching out to Quinn, I was grateful he did. What Quinn discovered would strengthen our case against Dr. Sweetheart and clear Maybell's name.I turned to the door when I heard it open. One of the residents pushed a bassinet with Nightingale in it. Daphnie was still sleeping, so the resident softly said, "we gave her some formula, but she might be hungry soon. All her test results were gr