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I sat up straighter in my chair, considering everything I knew so far before I spoke. “The first problem here would be that every cop who got on this case, all went directly after Damien Salvatore. He is intelligent and dangerous, going after his minions and other smaller drug gangs would prove more effective. It would take a while before information got to the top of the chain and by then we should have questioned a good number of people, and gotten new leads." I paused, there was no way I would let a lot of people down because of our past relationship. I continued, "Also, we could start looking into banks. He has to be keeping all of that money somewhere, multiple somewheres possibly." I s

He's white snowy hair gelled backwards,lips held in a tight purse and facial expression almost unreadable He's walking steps light but yet could make someone hold their breaths He's right hand assistant;Tikka dressed in a black leather jeans and black jacket held a pillow carrying a pistol. Immediately he stepped into the room, Lewis yanked the pistol and with astonishing accuracy shot a man on the head "Boss "Tikka muttered sliently. She's not surprised he killed without a second thought After all He's Lewis Flyheart;the most ruthless mafia in the whole country. He's the CEO of Flyheart empire but yet he's freaking dangerous. He's family background;unknown

The first words came out slowly, but soon he was writing quickly, as if someone was speaking through his mind: "To Mayor Michael Wallace, Subject: Report on the Successful Resolution of the Recent High-Profile Heists and Robbery" Detective James paused, tapping the pen against the paper. His heart beat faster as he continued. The details needed to be perfect. He wrote about how the police force had executed a strategic operation using a convertible bait car to catch the thieves. He framed it so that the suspects they had arrested were the same ones responsible for the recent bank heist, the wedding heist, and the robbery at the Abibba building. "Through careful planning and the deployment of

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

We always had to be available whenever it was required of us. “Sorry, we lost track of time,” Zayn apologized quickly, running his hands through his hair stressfully. Boss shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to waste any more time. “It better not happen again,” he muttered briefly, before cutting to the chase. “Anyway, there's been some mass murders in Manhattan lately. I'll need you two to investigate these, and do what you can to find out who was behind them.” “Fuck,” Zayn heaved. “Is there a pattern between them?”

"Four hours, Wallace. Not a single 911 call. Not one smashed window. Not even a broken taillight by the canal." Wallace took a pull from his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. "And that's a bad thing?" "You know damn well it doesn't make sense," Moss said, leaning across the table. "Two days ago people were getting robbed in broad daylight. Now the whole west ward is acting like a church choir. It's too clean." "Come on, Moss," Wallace said, shaking his head. "Take the win. The radio is dead, Mick is off your back, and we don't have to write fifty burglary reports before midnight. The crime dropped. That's a good thing for normal people. Stop looking for ghosts."

The kind of smile you give when a chess game finally ends, and your opponent has walked straight into the trap you've set from the very first move. "Detective Bell." My voice was calm, almost gentle. "That recording… Doesn't it prove the killer poisoned those four, and then drank his own poison? Doesn't that sound like a guilty man taking himself out? "I don't understand why you all keep looking at me. From start to finish, I never did a thing. Just because Sharon suffered, just because I hated them for it, that makes me guilty? "I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?"

But instead of producing the same drugs, Dakota’s strategy was to lessen the supply of the old drugs and produce new ones for the people who might prefer the new ones—and with this strategy, Dead Soul had always remained as the best gang for having the most powerful gangsters and most clients. Dakota stared out the window out of boredom since the place was still quite far. There was a coffee shop that looked familiar from afar as they got closer to it. It looked like a place that she had been to before—and she got her answer when she happened to find the particular person that she was trying hard to not think too much about for the past days in the coffee shop. “Stop the car for a sec,” she

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She knew most people never committed the same crime exactly, but there was always something that didnÕt differ, no matter how many times the perpetrator struck. She was looking for those similarities now. Maybe there wasnÕt a car involved, but the way the body had been displayed might be the same. Or the word that was carved into her victimÕs chest. She combed through the twenty or so cases that popped up, comparing notes until she was able to separate the few that stood out. Of the twenty cases, five had been solved. Four had suspects, and eleven were still pending. Out of the eleven six matched closely to hers, the only problem is that they were scattered around, and some, especially the f