Chapter 9: First cell
The address was a dead-end auto shop on the edge of the industrial district.
No sign. No lights.
Just a roll-up door half-rusted through and the smell of oil and blood hanging in the night air.
Marcus's enforcer stood beside me, arms crossed over his chest.
Kade.
No first name. No last name.
Just Kade.
The kind of man whose reputation walked into a room before he did.
"Thirty seconds," he said.
Then he checked the magazine in his pistol.
"Actually, forget that."
Before I could answer, he slammed his shoulder into the side door.
The metal groaned.
The lock snapped.
The door burst inward.
Gunfire exploded from inside.
I hit the ground instinctively as rounds tore through the doorway.
One ricochet sparked off concrete inches from my face.
"Welcome comm
