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Chapter 1

IF I lived, I was going to make sure by whatever ain

If this were a nor my partner, Ian Doyle, as he ran like aa police officer Iaround corners after a fleeing DEA agent If we didn’t catch him before he locked himself into a bolt-hole, the cop and I were probably dead ers reached or which e

I hated those priin with, and normally it wouldn’t even be an issue, but e, was on vacation, and the nozzle covering for hi Basically, unless we, thethe op, his team didn’t come out to play It first went into effect when I was almost killed on a bust run by the bureau I had no idea how he got aith it, but his as law, and he didn’t want any of us put into danger byclause” was ironclad

The problem was that Phillip “Calland kudos frohest-profile cases involved drugs… he loaned us out al to fly to the West Coast; everyone else got assigned much closer to home

“I fuckin’ hate Wisconsin,” Becker had griped as he grabbed PowerBars out of his desk before he left with Ching to drive to Green Bay

“At least you’re not going to Maine!” Ryan yelled, and Dorsey gave ether

I was the only one going alone because Ian, my partner slash lover slash best friend and maybe fiancé—hard to say how he felt about that as deployed, along with the rest of his Special Forces tea for his life with me If I died on this job, Phillip “Call uns whenever he said that, would be fed to our dog, balls first Nobody wanted to mess with Ian Doyle, especially not where I was concerned He was slightly possessive

IT WAS funny, really I’d been loaned out to the DEA to dig up their dirt, but the op had changed when a guy with hard blue eyes and an even harder handso an after-hours snack of lobster hts when Ian wasn’t around because when he wasn’t, I didn’t sleep I could have taken so, but that was a slippery slope I never wanted to start down So I was there, and the cop ca the strut—and took a seat besideto a fellow badge when he picked up a fork fro in front of him on the counter and helped himself to a mouthful of my food

I turned h a oodness “Eli Kohn says I can trust you”

Since the guy he just o who transferred from the San Francisco office, and since I trusted said er had to say Using Kohn’s naht with me I needed to hear him out

“I’”

“Senior Inspector Kane Morgan, SFPD” He showed e that’d taken a few hits in its lifetis and scratches proudly

I didn’t have to flash h, in a city of millions, foundmyself “Deputy US Marshal Miro Jones”

“Oh, I know See, I have a probleht in thereminder of dark beer and black-hearted men

It was never good to hear you were at the center of someone else’s shitstorm, and what the hell was it with et away from them

“And what’s your problem?” I asked, because there was no way I couldn’t after we bonded over Kohn and mac ’n’ cheese