Chapter 11: The Heist in the Penthouse
The penthouse was silent, bathed in the soft, cool glow of the Chicago skyline. Marcus moved through the expansive living room, his heart pounding a [more…]
The penthouse was silent, bathed in the soft, cool glow of the Chicago skyline. Marcus moved through the expansive living room, his heart pounding a [more…]
Sergeant Carla Jenkins sat at a nondescript metal desk in a sterile conference room at the regional Internal Affairs headquarters on Michigan Avenue. The room [more…]
The industrial warehouse on the Calumet River was a skeletal structure of rusted metal and broken windows, a stark contrast to the plush opulence of [more…]
The news of Alderman Williams’s execution spread like wildfire across the city. Sirens wailed in the distance, converging on the industrial zone. Every available patrol [more…]
I pushed open the door to Duke’s private office. The room was bathed in the dim, amber glow of emergency lighting, making the rich mahogany [more…]
The heavy steel doors of the Velvet Lounge burst open, showering the dim interior with the blinding flash of police lights. Sergeant Carla Jenkins, her [more…]
Two years later. Rain streaked the cracked windows of a small, unglamorous two-bedroom apartment on 87th Street in South Side Chicago. The air inside was [more…]