LUCIANO“I don't have the time for this, inspector.”Michael Thorne seemed to find something about those words amusing, as his lips curved in a smirk. He started across the space between us, and everyone parted to let him through, like they were all under his spell, and he was the one in charge here. He definitely had that controlled aura about him, and it pissed me off like hell.Irritation flared in my chest as he got up in my face. “Oh come on.” His voice dropped to a gruff whisper. “Surely, you can find some time between running illegal gambling houses and murdering people. You don't think so, my friend?”I scoffed, reeling from the urge to wipe that smirk off his face. “So, this is your idea of a clean sheet?”He shrugged, wearing a mask of disappointment. “A man gotta do what he's gotta do.” He flashed the video in my face again. “So, think you could explain this?”I didn't need to look hard at the video to tell what it was. The murder of those two little thieves a few weeks ag
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