“How many?” Marcus asked.
Tonight, the equation was about to collapse.
“You bring the two keys?” Carlos asked. 1x2 Narc...
But he knew—walking Leo toward the blue flash of arriving cruisers—that the other half would always be walking beside him in the dark.
Carlos nodded toward Leo. “Your rat. He’s been singing to the feds about our supply chain. You didn’t know?” “How many
1x2 , he thought. From now on, it’s just one.
“I’m wearing what keeps me alive,” Marcus said. “How many?” Marcus asked. Tonight
His informant, a jittery kid named Leo, stumbled out of the shadows. “They’re coming. All of them. The Reyes brothers.”