Intro. Title: Shadow Rescue – A Favor in Blood
Noon. My Office.
The whiskey was cheap, the air was thick, and the fan above me wheezed like a dying man. The name on the door read "Max Ken – Private Investigations," but the truth was uglier. I wasn’t just some burnout PI. I was a ghost—ex-cop, ex-undercover, ex-everything. The kind of man people came to when the law had given up.
Then the door slammed open.
Rick Marlow stumbled in, his face a mask of sweat and desperation. His hands gripped my desk like it was the edge of a cliff.
"They took my daughter," he choked out.
I took a slow drag from my cigarette. "Who’s ‘they’?"
"The Comando Sombra—Brazilian syndicate. They grabbed her at the airport. Said if I ever want to see her again, I keep my mouth shut." His voice cracked. "But I can’t. She’s all I’ve got left."
I exhaled smoke. "And you came to me because…?"
"Because the cops won’t touch this. Not here, not there. The políci