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The relentless downpour outside mirrored the gloom in the interrogation room. Leo slammed a palm against the cold metal table, his voice a controlled snarl. 'Tell me what was in those shipments.' The syndicate errand boy just shook, mute with a fear that wasn't for me. Defeated, I waved in the tech from surveillance. 'Anything on the cameras?' He gave a tight, triumphant nod. 'We have a positive ID, Detective.' A photograph skidded across the laminate. Grainy, shadowed, but conclusive. The syndicate kingpin. Wearing the leather jacket I'd saved for months to buy him. Sucking on one of the peppermint sticks we traded during our rooftop breaks. It was you. My universe cracked down the middle. Hours later, I let myself into our apartment far too early, the chill of the steel cuffs in my coat…