All Chapters of THE EVIL OF THE GOOD GUYS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sofia Sullivan must have been awake and attentive.Just a few minutes ago, she'd been named the best employee in the coffee shop; how could she not live up to it?But she wanted to squeeze her eyes shut for a long minute. Breathe too."How will I pay all these debts?" she asked herself after had done her math.She found it ironic to say that money wasn't everything, but far more ironic the awards she was given before went home. Her landlady gave her an ultimatum, she had to pay the rent that week. The debt was for two months. If she didn't want to go live in a shelter, the best thing to do was to catch up.These were difficult times. He hadn't been receiving support from the municipality for months and his salary wasn't enough. It was a good job, but still not enough. The accounts did not lie, she was in the red. Standing behind the cash register of the café where she worked, still wearing her apron, she kept writing in her little notebook the various strategies that her dull head des

The policeman's face froze on hearing such news. He cursed to himself, but at the same time, his questions grew. The Cliff family was everywhere: in business, in banks, in politics, in the courts, and the police. He belonged to the Intelligence Department, and it wasn't his job to investigate cases close to them, but everyone at the station knew that the Internal Affairs Department pursued anyone linked to police corruption and the strongest version: that this corruption was sponsored by the Cliffs and their business. It was never his jurisdiction to catch white collars, but he knew who the leaders of those mafias were. His boss gave him Sofia's case, which mentioned Gael as the plaintiff. He was only taking her to the station; now he understood the reason for making her enter from behind and take her to the special interrogation room. He had thought it was for avoiding ordinary paperwork and not for anything worse.Vos looked at her for several seconds and bit his lower lip, thinking

Sofia opened her mouth wide and felt as if the ceiling was falling on her. She wanted to articulate words, but she couldn't, the lump in her throat fortified, imprisoning her, as well as the agonizing feeling of the walls threatening to crush her. "This..." She looked at the woman, then at the glass. And making silence for a couple of seconds, she understood that what was happening there seemed like a circus in bad taste. "Where is he?" Her words broke through the pressure of her teeth. "Where is Gael?! Is he there? He is there watching everything, isn't he? Gael! Look at me, Gael, look at my face, what have I done to you to make you do this to me? Why are you doing this to me?!" Both women jumped when they heard the door open unexpectedly. "What the hell is going on here!" the policewoman exclaimed. "I'm in the middle of an interrogation." It was the rookie. "Excuse me, Lieutenant, we have some very important information for you to review." "What information? This is absurd."

"Mom, why do I have to go to school today? We only arrived the night before last." Sofia was surprised by the mature way her son spoke, besides, everything he said was not without logic, since it was true, just a couple of days ago at most, they arrived in New York and from that city they traveled by train to Albany, specifically to an area called Stone Village, almost on the outskirts. They arrived at the lodging in the wee hours of the morning and slept practically all day, recovering their strength at night with the idea of getting ready to go to school at the beginning of the school year. "Honey, I know it's been hard, but I couldn't make it earlier, I couldn't get other flights, not even direct ones, and even less on other dates. I understand you so much, honey. I'm tired too because I have to teach classes, but everything will be fine, I promise." She squeezed her little Liam in a warm embrace, already inside the cab that was taking them to their destination. Sofia didn't sto

Leonel was trying to straighten his shirt collar. The least he could do was rip off his tie and toss it aside in severe discomfort. His passenger at the wheel was dividing his gaze between the road and the center rearview mirror, inspecting his boss, who didn't exactly look good back there in the seat. Leonel pulled out his cell phone, typed possessed, and placed the device to his ear. "Stop what you're doing, we need to talk right now!" He fumbled and as with the tie, tossed his cell phone aside on the seat. "Sir, are you ok?" "Just drive to the office," he barked softly, his voice choked. Vos immediately regretted speaking to him like that. The owner of that luxurious vehicle was breathing heavily and couldn't get the image of a smiling—almost crying—Sofia Sullivan out of his head, piercing his soul as he never thought it would happen. It pained him to no end to have treated her in such a cold way, but he couldn't do otherwise. «Where would she be living? I don't think she's