Ari’s POVGod, when does this end?As I stepped into the station the next day, the first person my eyes beheld was Bruno.Bruno.He was sitting across the bullpen, casually leaning against the front desk, chatting up one of the rookies. His smirk carried that same greasy confidence, and yet, something about him seemed off. His hands were fidgety, his eyes red-rimmed, and he kept sniffing like he was fighting off a cold.Drugs.I’d seen it before. The jittery movements, the hollowed eyes, the paranoia simmering just under the surface. Bruno wasn’t just a small-time crook with loose lips—he was a desperate man riding the edge of a crumbling cliff.I couldn’t let him drag me down with him.As I walked over, my boots clicking against the linoleum floor, he spotted me and gave me that same crooked grin.“Detective,” he said softly, his voice low enough so no one else would hear. “We need to talk. Alone.”I clenched my jaw. Here we go again.The air outside was sharp and cold, biting agains
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