drive to the scene was a blur, my mind too full of static to focus on the road. Her face lingered in my thoughts, the way she’d looked at me like she was trying to understand something I didn’t even understand about myself. By the time I pulled up to the crime scene, the guilt - ThreadSky

notsavinyaass.bsky.social • 119 days ago

drive to the scene was a blur, my mind too full of static to focus on the road. Her face lingered in my thoughts, the way she’d looked at me like she was trying to understand something I didn’t even understand about myself. By the time I pulled up to the crime scene, the guilt

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notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

had settled in, familiar and unshakable. This was who I was now. A man who carried his past like a weight he couldn’t set down. A man who left good things behind because he didn’t know how to hold onto them. I step out of the car, shoving the thoughts aside. The scene was

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

already swarming with cops and forensics by the time I arrived, the harsh strobe of red and blue lights reflecting off damp pavement. The cold, metallic tang of blood hit me before I even reached the tape. I duck under it, nodding to the uniformed

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

officer stationed there. } FBI, { I said, flashing my badge. “Agent Kane.” Detective Moreno was the first to approach me, her leather jacket pulled tight against the chill. She was tough, sharp-eyed, and about as no-nonsense as they came. “You’re late.”} Yeah, well, I was busy, { I muttered,

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

falling into step beside her as we made our way toward the carnage. The alley was a mess. Two bodies lay sprawled on the ground, both men, both riddled with bullets. Blood pooled beneath them, glistening in the light of the streetlamps. The graffiti-splashed walls told the rest of

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

the story this wasn’t random. It was a message. } Cartel? { I asked, crouching near the nearest body. “Most likely,” Moreno said. “This guy,” she pointed to the man closest to me, “was a mid-level player in the Martinez crew. Other guy’s his bodyguard.” The bodyguard was built like a

notsavinyaass.bsky.social•119 days ago

tank, but it hadn’t done him much good. Whoever came for them was precise, ruthless. This wasn’t an amateur’s work. } Witnesses? { I asked, already knowing the answer. Moreno shook her head. “Couple of residents heard the shots, but no one saw anything. They don’t want to

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