I pulled out my phone, my fingers moving with deliberate precision as I opened SERA. The screen illuminated my face in a cold, blue glow, casting sharp shadows as I scrolled through the details of Sarah's accident. The information unfolded like a crime scene report, each line a fresh wound.
Days ago, Sarah had taken down Edgar Ramírez, a mid-level dealer in Javier Bardem's empire. Javier wasn't just a kingpin—he was a god in these streets, his influence stretching from the bloodstained alleys of this city to the penthouses of America. A billion-dollar drug lord didn't forgive interference. He erased it.
Edgar's arrest had cost Javier millions in seized product. But the drugs were already gone, stolen back from police evidence by Officer Diaz, a cop whose badge was as rotten as his soul.
