Vergara held the ledger. He looked at the names inside—men he called colleagues, men he had shared meals with. He realized that killing Caramelo had been an attempt to bury the truth, but the truth was now shivering in his hands.
The trail led to an abandoned warehouse near the docks. The air smelled of salt and rust. Vergara didn't call for backup; he knew the department was compromised. He moved through the crates, his service weapon heavy in his hand. Matar A Caramelo Ramon Bassons Bana epub
As the sun began to rise over the Mediterranean, Vergara didn't head back to the station. He drove toward the mountains, the ledger tucked under his seat, knowing that his own dance with the shadows had only just begun. 📖 About the Author and Availability Vergara held the ledger
"He was scared, Marc," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the saxophone's mournful wail. "He said he found a ghost. Someone from twenty years ago who wasn't supposed to exist." The trail led to an abandoned warehouse near the docks