“Four. No—five. They want to see the product.”
“Good. Now for the other matter.”
“What other matter?”
He pulled his hand from the left pocket—empty.
His informant, a jittery kid named Leo, stumbled out of the shadows. “They’re coming. All of them. The Reyes brothers.” 1x2 Narc...
Tonight, the equation was about to collapse.
The warehouse exploded in gunfire. Marcus didn’t shoot Leo. He shot the lights. Chaos swallowed the room. He grabbed Leo’s collar and ran, bullets chewing the concrete behind them. “Four
The Reyes brothers arrived like a slow avalanche. Carlos, the oldest, smiled with gold teeth. “Agent Cole. Still wearing the badge under that jacket?”
Marcus didn’t move. His training said: Verify, then act. His gut said: You’re not a cop anymore. You crossed that line three months ago when you took the first bribe disguised as “expenses.” Now for the other matter
Marcus’s left hand touched the burner phone in his pocket. His thumb hovered over the emergency call button. In that instant, he saw both versions of himself: the narc who arrests, and the narc who enables. The equation was never 1 times 2. It was 1 divided by 2. Two halves of a broken man.
1x2 Narc