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23 OceanofPDF.com “I KANE t’s been two months, man. I need you to give me something, and soon,” Rizzo barked at me. He was my boss, but we hadn’t worked together for long. He didn’t know me well enough to realize I didn’t half-ass missions, so all he was doing was pissing me off. I’d been in the city all morning dealing with the fallout of the cartel murder —a bank president slaughtered in broad daylight on a Manhattan street. I was well aware of our need to move faster in our hunt for Juan Carlos Vargas. And on top of that, I’d been so damn wrapped up in the news of the murder that I’d completely forgotten about school. I hadn’t called in sick to the school, nor had I texted Val to let her know I would be gone. My mood had been bleak all day. The last thing I needed was for my boss to poi
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