AFTERMATH AND ALLIANCE
I didn’t go straight back to the penthouse.
Sat in my car three blocks from Chen’s apartment, hands steady on the wheel, adrenaline finally metabolizing into something quieter. Sharper.
Satisfaction.
Chen would feed me information now. Every detail about Vincent’s operations. Every weakness in his network. Everything I needed to destroy the man who’d killed my family.
But the victory felt incomplete.
Because Chen was just a piece. A pawn. Vincent was the real target. And taking him down would require more than one corrupt detective feeding me intel.
It would require patience. Strategy. The kind of careful planning that didn’t rush.
My phone buzzed. Dante.
“Where are you?”
“Heading back. Had to handle something.”
“Define ‘handle.’”
“Later. In person.”
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