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rely moved when

mayo

in closer. "W

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d. "What di

rom everyone, even his father. Things tied to the district slush funds, fake identities, bodies hidd

re saying the mayor

to them. He thought they'd scare him. Send a messag

ice-cold. Zion sat back, hand

Tasted it. But this? Th

pocket-a flash drive, old and scratch

tated. Too

t's o

n't watch it. But whatever's

into his coat. "W

nd because you've already seen the signs. The m

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n't just w

re sayin

standing up. "Wh

er coat down. "Somewhere I

Bu

find on that drive, don't take it to the poli

en she

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at down

ve. His reflection staring

ing was

ayor's name was

as a

-

Zion stood in front

e truth went to die under p

at and a heavier heart. The flash drive was in

irs two at a time. His old boss-Captain Raleigh-was in. Zion could fe

nce, then ope

m behind his desk. "Zi

n said, walking in. "Some

mayor's son? That case is a

ied. He took out the flash dr

't touch it.

hat I'm here to find out. Bu

ared at each other-years of h

and plugged the flash drive into

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t one. A recording. Antw

r's campaign fund-he's been laundering money for years. I

ion between city officials and a masked man exchanging unmarked bo

igh f

ust watched the man's

closed the lapto

it ties to everything-the murders, th

"If even half of this is tr

o know-are you with me on this?

way. Then he locked the office

ilt," he said. "You've got my trust. But fr

d. The war

lence wouldn't be