Steel and Silence
The rain in New York didn't wash things clean; it only turned the grime into a slick, iridescent oil. Kane sat in the back of a windowless van, the cold steel of his Beretta pressing against his thigh. He had spent fifteen years as the chief of security for the Sterling Group, the conglomerate that effectively owned the city. He had been the man who made the "problems" disappear, the silent...
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