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Elena ran through the pre-dawn streets, the black ledger pressed against her ribs like a second heart. Her lungs burned. Her legs screamed. But she couldn't stop. Not until the evidence was safe. Not until Dante's sacrifice meant something. She found an all-night diner on the edge of Little Italy, the same greasy spoon where she'd made contact with Chen weeks ago. The booth in the back corner was still sticky with syrup, the jukebox still playing sad old Sinatra. She slid in, ordered black coffee she wouldn't drink, and pulled out the prepaid phone.

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

"I only said they deserved to die. I didn't kill them. I hadn't even made my move yet, and they just… died. Like the universe decided enough was enough. "I'm not gonna lie anymore. I wanted to kill them, yes. I planned to. But I never got the chance. I don't know why they died before I even touched them." "Hannah." Alex's voice came again. Not cold this time, but steady. Too steady. I raised my head, eyes stinging, and through the blur, I saw it. He was holding a phone in his hand. The screen was cracked, caked with dirt and dark stains. My heart lurched. It was Mike's phone.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

The sixth sense of a woman who moved among underworld forces was normally inseparable from vigilance. While Vincenzo Corleone was handling business in the study, his personal phone vibrated once. It was an encrypted number with no contact name. When the screen lit up, I caught a glimpse of the message preview. The two words read, "Miss you." Vincenzo reached to turn off the screen almost instantly, his gaze flickering momentarily. Then, he returned to his paperwork, as if nothing happened.

The man from my kitchen stops walking toward me, then changes direction. Now he's moving methodically through the crowd. Checking faces. Checking hands. Searching for something. The room goes quiet. The kind of quiet that happens when everyone realizes someone they don't like is going to point at them. I try to blend in with the other servers. Duck my head. Make myself small. It doesn't work. He stops directly in front of me. Doesn't say anything. He just pulls out that leather notebook, and shows me what he wrote: Where did you find this?

he said, raising an eyebrow. The air left my lungs. “Theo Gaspard…the billionaire and mafia don. He doesn't shows his face in public and he knew their schedules…he knew where I lived!” “This was the choice, but it was not a choice at all, and my only role was to agree,” I bit my lips, as I furrowed my brows together. I felt a warm hand on my palm under the counter. I knew it was Lea’s. “Don’t,” she whispered, squeezing my hand a little.

He rebutted everything my lawyer said. The most crucial problem was the lack of evidence that Gigi had hit Marie. It just so happened that Gigi's dash cam and the security cameras located at that junction had all broken down that day, so there was no footage from the scene of the crime. Even the previous eyewitnesses changed their statements. Clearly, Zachary had done something.

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In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.