As Greene gathered his team outside the neon-lit, dark club, his heartbeat accelerated. Tucked away in a dilapidated alley, the entrance was hardly marked and exuded a sense of secrecy. A world where no one asked questions and everyone had something to hide was hinted at by the soft thump of bass from the music inside and the occasional shadow that slipped in or out.He gave Miller a nod, and Miller gave the bouncer a cold glare while flashing his badge. The bouncer hesitated for a second, then grudgingly moved aside to let them in. Inside, there were dim lights and a lot of smoke and whispers; it was the kind of place where people went to vanish and never to be seen again.Greene's eyes searched the room for any indication of Eliot Mason, focusing on every face and detail. The bartender, a wiry man with tattoos curling up his neck, was approached, and Miller placed a wad of cash on the counter. "We are looking for someone," Miller said.The bartender nodded and pocketed the money

The commissioner experienced a unique kind of triumph that was balanced with caution as the team dispersed to implement their plans. For a moment, his mind wandered to the Nike family, whose demise had been long anticipated. They were imprisoned and awaiting trial, and the secrets of the family were starting to come to light, endangering the empire they had so diligently protected. However, as Greene was well aware, their attorney had promised some enigmatic evidence that could reverse the situation, but it had not materialized as of yet.Meanwhile, a feeling of dread hung over Senior Nike in the holding cell where he was being held. He was aware that the outcome of this legal battle would permanently damage his family's reputation, wealth, and power if he and his family could not find a way out quickly. He paced his cramped quarters, questions racing through his head. Why did they allow things to get out of control? Had their lawyer just made false promises to them, or was he reall

As the day went on, Greene walked around the dark precinct office, reviewing all of the things he had said to Eliot. Despite his natural tendency to exercise caution, Greene was aware that Eliot's assistance might be crucial to destroying Gray ShelfHe looked down at the screen as the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. An unknown number. Greene answered, bracing himself as his heart began to race a bit."This is Detective Greene," he stated firmly."Detective," Eliot replied, maintaining the same guarded tone as before. "I have given it some thought. If you want my assistance with Gray, I have some conditions."Greene gripped the phone with clenched fingers. "Go ahead."After a brief silence, Eliot spoke again in a composed yet firm tone. "First and foremost, I do not want my name on any arrest lists. When this is finished, I will walk away clean. No trials or handcuffs. Second, I need to be compensated. A million dollars should be enough to cover the costs of risking my life. Fina

Greene and his group charged into Gray's hiding place, braced for battle, their movements coordinated and soundless as they broke through the door and spread out. There was a strange stillness in the air, like the calm after a storm, and the room was oppressively dimly lit. They moved quickly, checking corners, staying vigilant, and keeping their weapons at the ready, but with every second that went by, the team felt more and more uneasy. Greene quickly realized that Gray was not present.Greene straightened, his jaw clenched in frustration as he looked around. He had thought Gray would be in the shadows, huddled in a corner, about to run. Rather, the space was lifeless, frigid, and empty, as though Gray had departed long before they did. Some papers were strewn about, a chair was overturned, and there was a slight smell of cigarette smoke, all evidence of hurried packing. He had definitely been here recently, but he had left before they could apprehend him.Greene took out his phon

In her office, Angelina’s phone rang. She picked it up immediately, recognizing her cousin’s number.“It’s done,” the Director General said in a low voice. “The commissioner has agreed to submit a request for bail, though it’s far from certain that the court will approve it.”A wave of relief washed over Angelina, but she knew better than to celebrate prematurely. “Thank you, cousin. I know this wasn’t easy.”“Just remember, Angelina,” he warned, “this could backfire on both of us. If the Nikes don’t show up for even a single hearing, we’ll be implicated in their escape, and the fallout will be devastating.”She nodded, though he couldn’t see her. “I understand. I’ll make sure they know the gravity of the situation. They won’t risk it.”As she hung up, Angelina sat back, her mind racing with the next steps. She was painfully aware of how high the stakes had risen, but she was determined to see this through. She dialed the Nikes, instructing them to be prepared for the bail hearing and