Vico stepped forward first. “Take me. I’ve got nothing left.”
– Detective Nina Reyes, twenty years on the force, her knuckles split, her faith thinner than smoke. She had watched partners fall, informants disappear, and justice slip through her fingers like water. But she kept going because stopping meant admitting that evil had already won. Her daughter, twelve-year-old Elena, was the last clean thing in her life. Elena didn’t know her mother had started visiting a psychic—not for fun, but for warnings. Because Nina had begun to suspect that the city’s rot wasn’t just human. gangster the cop the devil
“Then who is?” she whispered.
“Detective,” he said, rain washing blood off his face, “I’m not your devil tonight.” Vico stepped forward first