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Not too far from the precinct, Jay’s bar was a quaint yet crowded place, a perfect drinking spot for criminals and ex-cons that were still on parole. Nestled between two abandoned warehouses, Jay’s was one of the last remaining bars in the area that hadn’t been scraped by the new freeway project running through mid-town. It was the kind of place where bar fights broke out, beer was spilled, and women were harassed.
But that night, Scarlet was one of the men; dark hair and bangs tucked into her cap, and lip-gloss removed, her tall, slim figure fit right in.
Following her teammates to an open table near the back exit’s passageway, alert eyes scanned the smoky room. As the three detectives took their seats, Scarlet immediately knew something was off. Given recent events, her informant
