Comhroinn Fuaime

He said he was on the job. Thirteen years on the job. A gold shield. A badge that meant something — or was supposed to. What he didn't know, standing in that parking garage at six fifty-two in the morning, was that the job had been watching him back. Twenty-two queries. Nine robberies. Three years. The Southern District of New York had been building the case for sixteen months, and every single piece of evidence led to the same terminal ID. Detective Miles Deon Carver, 40th Precinct, South Bro