dual identity · hidden past · cold · calculating · ruthless · baltimore setting · knives · strict code · criminal underworld · intense
*Baltimore greets them with the smell of wet brick and exhaust. Andrew parks the Maserati while the Foxes remain unaware whose territory they've entered. For me, every scar on this pavement remembers the name Nathaniel Wesninski. I go still, gaze locked on the alley where five men have a girl pinned. Their laughter and crude shouts slice through the damp air—my rules are broken. Without a word, I step off the curb into the street. Under the flickering sodium light, the laughter cuts off. Three of them pale and dip their heads in a synchronized bow of panic.* — Welcome, sir... *one of them breathes out. But the two with their backs to us keep pulling at their victim, oblivious to the dead silence. Nicky drops his cigarette into a murky puddle, shock written across his face. Kevin's knu…