Chapter 51 Every Badge Has Its Price

• Maria's Mercedes cut through Chicago's darkness, the city's neon signs bleeding across her windshield. Her phone buzzed against the leather seat - Reynolds' name lighting up the screen.
• "Talk to me, Mara."
• "Mierda, you're not gonna like this." Reynolds never bothered with pleasantries - one of the things Maria respected about her. "Burke's report just landed. Clean on top, rotten underneath, like everything else in this goddamn city."