two years, I' ve willingly lived in a rund

it for

cott, a detective who was demoted to

a jealous rival leaked his infor

freelance stringer, barely making ends meet, a

ountry. My real boss, Andrew Lester, the owner of a national news network, provi

risked my life, gathering intel he could use to get back on his

r him, without

that al

ntire supply chain. I was supposed to drop it for Matthew'

was a

the warehouse doors slammed shut a

sharp, intense. I dropped behind a stack of cr

tted my teeth, the warm stickiness

s device, a direct line to

e I heard first. It was

our finger, man. She does all the di

ice, slick and arro

little naive, but she gets the job done. Th

, a cold,

ing it straight to Stella. She' s using it to get close to Councilman R

nfire, the pain in my sh

sn't for justice. It was just a gif

od ran

the pain. I finished the fight, not for him, but for myself

ut of the warehouse. My vision was blur

r faces. Matthew and his

n out of my chest. The physical wo

ing in protest. I patched myself up, my hands s

I replayed his w

eful

thing, and he had giv