Chapter Fifty-threeRafael CarusoThe sting in my arm was a constant throb, but I barely gave it a second thought. Pain was nothing new to me, not after everything I had been through. This was just another reminder that we were getting closer, or so I hoped. I pulled out my handkerchief, the one I kept folded in my breast pocket, and wound it tightly around the wound. The fabric darkened almost instantly, warm and sticky against my skin, but I didn’t flinch. There was no time to.“Are you okay, boss.” Ghost asked, that same look of concern Scar used to have was on his face.I nodded at him. I could wait, but our investigation couldn’t. “Search the place,” I ordered, my voice low but sharp enough to slice through the entire space.Ghost didn’t hesitate, motioning the others to fan out. Boots thudded against the wooden floor, the creak of old boards and the shuffle of overturned furniture filling the air. I stayed where I was, my good hand resting on my sidearm, watching for any movem
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