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Jack demanded. “Old harbor district. Warehouse 19. Midnight.” Raul tossed him a small device a jammer. “You’re gonna need that. She’s wired into half the city.” Jack took it without a word and turned away. He didn’t need to ask why Raul was helping him; in their world, debts were currency, and Raul owed him plenty. Kendall lay awake in her apartment, unable to shake the unease gnawing at her chest. She’d tried calling Jack twice, but both times the line went straight to voicemail.

In any case, Jack was not intrigued by any means. Thus, he sat in the obligation room and read a novel out of weariness. In only a couple of moments, notwithstanding, his cell started to buzz constant. News about the live transmission of death overflowed in. It overflowed the screen. - "Four Kills Extraordinaire! The Death Judge Will Act Again!" "The Sentenced Are All Minors! The Death Judge Is a Cold-Blooded Killer and a Bloodthirsty Judge!" "High IQ Crime! Another Perfect Live Broadcast! Netizens Say That You Need High IQ To Watch the Live Broadcast of Death!

Chapter 9: Ultimatums and Unforgiveness Raven’s POV The sun is still bleeding into the afternoon sky by the time I reach Jack’s study, but the heat in my chest could rival hellfire. I don’t knock. He sits behind his massive mahogany desk, whiskey glass in hand, phone pressed to his ear, barking orders at some underling who’s probably crying on the other end. He sees me walk in and raises a finger,wait. I don’t like waiting.

And completely full of shit. Out of the four of them, Logan and Enrique are probably the easiest to read — not that they’re an open book, more like … heavily redacted files. Ilkay hides behind logic. And Jackson? Jackson is a steel vault with cheekbones. He drops onto the couch, long legs stretched across the coffee table like he owns gravity — which he likely does — thumbs flying over his phone. Probably mobilizing an army. Or hacking into something illegal. Or both. I sink into the armchair and sip my coffee carefully, wondering if maybe my so-called curse is finally boomeranging. They say karma is a bitch. And apparently, she found my address.

Joker gives me a look that is impossible to read, but then again, he was always impossible to read. “So Tess is back, and I now have an almost five-year-old daughter. On top of that, someone threatens to kill them both. Let's find that threat and terminate it. Jack, I need you to reach out to trusted resources to learn about her past. Where she has been, friends, work, and anything else useful. I know that you had her phone already when she came in. Has it been of use?”

Jack nodded in a meaningful manner before he got up and left. As soon as Jack left the mansion, Adam immediately said, “Second Uncle, Mr. Yaleman is a very well-known master from Mystery Court. How can a liar like Charlie even be compared to him? This time, Mr. Yaleman is even willing to help to solve our family problems without even taking a single penny from us!”

Independence Day, 9 PM “Alright, thank you, bro. Be extra careful.” Jack hangs up the phone. “They are at the last stage of airplane delivery,” Jack says, shifting from one foot to another. He looks a bit nervous for a veteran and an ex-mafia member who has seen blood and death first-hand. What will happen tonight is nothing compared to what he had experienced before. “Good,” Chris nods, his eyes still fixating on the book he is reading. Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch. His favorite.

He tapped something in the background—typing, keys, digital interference. Kelvin flinched. “You’re tracking her?” “I traced the detonator’s wireless pulse. She didn’t just explode a bomb—she sent a signal. She’s moving assets. People. Money.” Jack’s voice dropped lower. “And tonight—she’s running.” Kelvin whispered, “Then let’s cut off her escape.” ********* Jack’s car sliced through the night, headlights low, engine silent like a predator gliding. Rain glazed the windshield in streaks, turning streetlights into bleeding halos. Kelvin stared at the blur of the city, the ghosts of his past standing at every corner.

“What do you want me to do boss?” “Nothing, I am currently tailing her boss. I am sure that he will lead me to her” I hung up and waited for them to come back. Soon they set off again and pulled up at a tattoo shop right behind the hummer that I saw leave earlier. What the hell were they up to. The windows were all painted over so there was no way I would be able to look though. I would have to sit and wait for them to come out. Suddenly one of the guards came back out and walked over to a shed. I gasped as he pulled out a beautiful, limited-edition Harley. Man, that thing would cost a shit load, even I would think twice about spending that much and I am loaded. He then pushed it back inside