The City Predator
The City Predator Dani Okafor smelled trouble three blocks away, the way she always did, the way you learn to smell trouble when you grow up in a city where trouble has a postcode and a shift schedule and a union card. The body was in a walk-up on the Lower East Side, fourth floor, no elevator, stairs that squeaked like a nervous animal. She climbed them two at a time, her Glock heavy in her...
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