We Were Written in Blood

of crime scene photos, surveillance images, and reports, all tied together by red string mapping out connections betwe

r she went, the more tangled it became. El Reino Oscuro wasn't just a street gang, it was a well-oiled crime organizati

him. His reach was extensive, his ruthlessness unmatched. Witnesses vanished. Informants turned up dead. Every lead th

t some case anymore, it was war, and sh

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a, one of the few people in the CPD she trusted. He stepped inside, his leather jacket damp f

ou too, Sam,"

s. A body lying in a South Side alley, throat sl

odded. "Happened last night. Witnesses say it was a mess

ollen, beaten beyond recognition, but there was

before everything fell apart. Someone who had promised to help her after Luke's murder-on

d been so close. Every time she thought she had a lead, E

ave loose ends," Sam sai

etermined to not waver. "We nee

You and every

ot eve

and that's gonn

because part of her

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k to her desk, she found herself stepping outs

e of the wind against her skin-or anything really---to remind her that she was still alive.

there, but in her mind, she was still standing

er eyes shut.

faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. Luke had kisse

wait up

l," she ha

believe they had a future. The one that was supposed to

he look in Sam's eyes had told her everything. She had

n anymore, she wasn't Evie, the grieving widow. She was Evelyn Bennett, the pro

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g, anything, on Antonio Costa, but there was nothing. No paper trail. No arrests.

s looking in the wrong place? Instead of focusing on the present,

tes, case files from the early 2000s-but nothing connected the dots. Then she saw it. A single mention of an, Antonio Costa, in a juvenile detention report from

ng-related violence. Sentenced to

years later as El Gusano. A lesser person would have ruled it out as a coincidence... Eve did

dialed Sam. "I need a favor,

at

or

et Sam at a diner

y it safe," she shot back. Sam sighed and handed her a folder. "This is all I could dig up o

rning and flipped

art st

ts was a photo of a

him was a f

she stared at the phot

u