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Chapter 15
Author: Gem
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The case file was empty—officially. No fingerprints. No credible eyewitnesses. No known motive. But Irene knew better. Something moved through the city like a shadow with a vendetta. And she was going to find it.

She sat alone in her office at midnight, the blinds drawn, the dim desk lamp casting long shadows across the peeling case files stacked like tombstones around her. The buzz of fluorescent lighting overhead was the only sound, save for the faint hum of her old computer. She hadn’t told anyone. Not her superiors, not her team. What she was doing wasn’t sanctioned. It was personal.

Davion.

The name echoed like a ghost through the corridors of her mind. Ever since the takedown of Mad Tiger—a man so violent he was considered untouchable—Irene hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. She’d read the initial reports a hundred times. A four-hour standoff ended in fifteen minutes after a mysterious blackout. No gunfire. No tactical team confirmed entry. But the aftermath was clear:
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    The holding cell was colder than Davion expected. Like the air itself didn’t want him to breathe.Concrete walls. One tiny barred window up top. And silence, except for the buzz of a flickering light down the hallway.He sat on the metal bench, hands in cuffs, staring at the floor. His hoodie was gone. So were his shoes. All he had left was the pounding in his chest and the sound of his name being shredded on every news headline.“Teen suspect in brutal murder…”“Ex-gang member turned vigilante…”“Is Davion Cross the killer everyone feared he was all along?”The news anchor’s voice echoed from the hallway TV, grainy through old speakers. He couldn’t see the screen, but the words cut sharper than cuffs ever could.Davion leaned back against the wall, staring at the cracks in the ceiling like they might open and swallow him whole. He didn’t look up when the door opened.But he did when boots clicked on the tile.“You’re famous now,” came a voice. Mocking. Way too calm.Davion slowly rai

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    The next day felt like a dream with a cracked lens—hazy, too bright, and threatening to snap at any moment.Beverly adjusted the hood over her head as they stepped out of the underground tunnel entrance behind an abandoned car wash. The sunlight made her squint. The air tasted too clean after hours in dust and mold. But what really had her chest tight was what they were about to do.Break into City Records.Technically, it wasn’t breaking in. Irene had found them a keycard.Okay, maybe it was totally breaking in.But they had a reason. A good one.“They used this place to bury files,” Irene had explained the night before. “Old surveillance data. Disciplinary records. Everything they didn’t want connected to Iron Hand or Reaper got locked here, ‘for review.’”Translation: they were hiding the truth. Again.Davion walked ahead, shoulders tight, hoodie pulled low over his face. Reika and Wilson were close behind, whispering back and forth—probably arguing about whose turn it was to carry

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    The warehouse was quiet now.Too quiet.Beverly sat on a cracked crate near the far wall, legs swinging, her fingers drumming anxiously against her jeans. The rain had stopped hours ago, but the air still felt damp and charged, like the storm wasn’t done—just waiting for round two.Across the room, Davion stared out a shattered window. His hoodie was still soaked, bloodstained from old wounds and fresh ones. But he didn’t flinch. Not when the wind howled. Not when a rat scurried past his foot. Not even when Reika coughed on purpose just to break the silence.“Okay,” she said finally, arms crossed. “We either talk or we sit here until mildew eats my socks.”Wilson glanced up from where he was fiddling with a shortwave radio. “I’m not opposed to mildew. Kind of poetic, honestly.”“No one wants poetic socks,” Beverly muttered.Davion turned from the window. “We’re not safe yet.”“Duh,” Reika said. “We just exposed an underground network of corrupt cops, cult members, and a guy who litera

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