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The chief shared everything with us that he knew about the Grimaldi d**g lords, including the location that he suspected was their headquarters. He was obviously frightened for his family, but ready to be out from under the criminals’ control.
As he spoke, I took note of the haggard look in his eyes as well as his pronounced weight loss in the few days since I had barged into his office. Sympathy for the sagging man surged through me. He had done some bad things, but I now understood his reasoning, and the guilt had obviously taken a physical and emotional toll on him.
Brinkman instilled as much confidence into his voice as he could when he promised the chief that we would ‘take care of it.’ I couldn’t help but wonder what that meant, even though it didn’t really matter––I was in thi
