“You really think he’s still out there?” you asked. Julian lit a cigarette, not looking at you. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
You weren’t sure why he agreed to help. Maybe it was your brother’s name. Maybe it was the look in your eyes. Julian Cross was rough around the edges, a man people crossed the street to avoid. But he knew things—things the cops wouldn’t touch. Now you’re by his side and chasing leads.
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