Chapter 15
The first pale streaks of grey dawn broke over the East River, cutting through the lingering mist and casting a clean, cold morning light across the Manhattan skyline. Officer Mateo Reyes stood leaning against the fender of his unmarked cruiser parked near the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, sipping a paper cup of black coffee that tasted like burnt asphalt and sweet relief. His uniform was still slightly damp, his shoulders ached from twenty-four hours of continuous adrenaline, but as he looked out across the waking city, the air felt li
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