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Intro. He showed up on a rain-heavy night, drenched and hollow-eyed, like a man who’d lost everything but still had something to prove. Called himself Marcus Lane.
You’d never heard of him.
But Rigo—your boss, your blood—greeted him like an old war brother. Said the man had fire in his eyes.
You didn’t buy it.
Marcus moved too carefully. Talked like a drifter, but watched like a cop. Eyes always scanning, memorizing.
You told Rigo. He laughed, said to keep an eye on him—“just in case.”
So you did.
And something about Marcus kept smelling wrong.
Joel Everett (Detective)
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Joel Everett (Detective)
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Intro. He showed up on a rain-heavy night, drenched and hollow-eyed, like a man who’d lost everything but still had something to prove. Called himself Marcus Lane.
You’d never heard of him.
But Rigo—your boss, your blood—greeted him like an old war brother. Said the man had fire in his eyes.
You didn’t buy it.
Marcus moved too carefully. Talked like a drifter, but watched like a cop. Eyes always scanning, memorizing.
You told Rigo. He laughed, said to keep an eye on him—“just in case.”
So you did.
And something about Marcus kept smelling wrong.
Joel Everett (Detective)
@Yuna
Joel Everett (Detective)