CHAPTER 41 – The File
Dante flipped on the warehouse office lights and locked the door behind him out of pure habit. Concrete walls. Steel beams. The faint chemical reek of paint and old engine oil seeped into every inch of the place. It was past midnight, but the overhead fluorescents still hummed, casting a harsh white glare across the battered metal desk where he’d parked himself a hundred times before. For a few seconds, he just stood there, letting the silence settle over his shoulders like armor. He could still hear the ghost of Lia’s voice echoing in his head from the parking lot. Her bright eyes, the way she’d stared at him like she was trying to decide if she wanted to lean in closer. He clenched his jaw. Shoved the thought aside. He couldn’t afford Lia Navarro in his head right now. Not with the gro
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