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“Tell me something, Heaven… Why is Heaven calling hell this late at night?” Dr Sinclair Zayden! Fuck! How was I supposed to face him on Monday after this?

Kane – Maintenance. “You’re stuck,” he said, voice deep and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. No greeting. Just fact. “No shit,” Elena snapped, then winced. “Sorry. It’s been a long night. Can you get us out?” Marcus Kane eyed the control panel, then the slight gap where the doors met. He wedged thick fingers in and pried them apart a few inches with raw strength that made her stomach tighten. Cool air from the shaft whispered in, but the car didn’t budge.

She slid into the passenger seat without looking back. Law gave us a single nod, climbed in, and pulled away. McGrath approached. “Everything’s arranged,” he said. “Cremation’s set for this afternoon.” “Good,” Leon said. “Mix the ashes with animal feed. Send it to the pig farmer.” McGrath swallowed. “Understood.” Leon’s phone buzzed. He answered without glancing at the screen. “Baron,” he said. “You have the target?” “ Yes, all clear.” He answered.