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t to my car, my hands

aline but from rec

d- but alive. And he's gone aga

door shut, my fingers fumbling for my keys. I just no

ic of my childhood home was now a man whose name w

utes before realizing I had

muttered and took a deep bre

e same badge on my chest. But I

phone dragged me b

mes

o number or

me? Had someo

warning. It

drian Moretti and I didn't call it in. I even too

ch as reported this, it was goodbye t

e a collea

ught. I couldn't stop the se

three random turns before pulling int

ere to breathe and process all th

e doorbell dinged and the smell of grease filled the air, clink

oth, back to the wall, eyes on

band that tied my hair in a pon

iform was black, or I would've looked like a seria

s soon as I got into my car so I loo

decision hit me

me scene. Helped a suspect get treated in an illegal

d-splattered uniform, which was visib

k. Pl

low whistle.

a." I muttered,

the mug like it was the only thing in my life right now that I could gra

report wha

t I had seen and helped Adrian Morreti- the most wanted man in the city an

quickly it was bashed, because even if I tr

ring open, hazy and broken,

fused rasp o

t recogn

ush it aside, and I hat

m as a ghost- something made

t, and I was the one who had seen an

d and my eyes snapped

lse s

s not very visible, but from where I sat I could see the butt of

table, and quietly slipped out the b

or someone from the departme

a black tank top underneath, I shoved the jacket into a dumpster. I

the run, as my mind was sp

not sure if it was Adrian or not but I cou

through a gun barrel. I sat rigid in the corner seat as

ly and walked the rest of

n and locked the door behind me, all bolts and chains drawn. My small studio a

the dried and cracked blood off my skin. I stood still l

ter what seemed like an eternity w

icked up my phone, and called

to my burner phone. The one I

and typed

ria

quickly d

sn't know he bled in my arms a

nt ten years pretending he didn't exist, righ

mber I had spent every day for a whole year texting and calling after he had vanis

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artment door jol

Twice.

e kn

ed it. No one came to my place unannounced,

my gun held low and steady in m

ice said. Male.

in a frown. I didn

ld firmly at my back. I saw a tall man in a gray hoodie and

e to me, and once I took it he wal

laced my gun back where it was, and slowly opened the

was a sin

ing. Simpl

hitched when I re

ore he vanished. It was a cheap promise ring from

st then and I picked

s helps you

another unkn

n my hand, my heart pulse

as sending me a message that

Warning? Or