Chapter 94 The Devil's Trinity

• While the fancy folks downtown were stuffing their faces at the King's charity thing, Detective Maria had her teeth sunk into something way juicier - Mason Rivers, the man wearing a missing king's face.
• She sat in her fancy-ass apartment - Ramirez's idea of a birthday gift, like unknowingly putting a cop in a gold box made any kind of sense. The DNA results stared back from her laptop screen while her coffee went stone cold. Maria kept flicking through the facial recognition hits from the charity lunch. Tech didn't lie - 98.7% match between Mason's smug face and his old driver's license from six years back. Mason Rivers: used to swing hammers for a living, got kicked to the curb by Olivia, and now here he was, playing dress-up as Leo King like he was born to it.
• Sleep crept up on her like a street thief - quick and quiet, longer than usual. Next thing she knew, her laptop was singing with an encrypted message from her FBI handler: