“Good. Now for the other matter.”
“Four. No—five. They want to see the product.” 1x2 Narc...
Carlos laughed. The other four fanned out, hands near their waists. The air turned thick with diesel and dread. “Good
Detective Marcus Cole was a one-man equation the department didn’t like to solve. They called him “1x2”—one narcotics officer with two faces. By day, he was the golden boy of the DEA’s field office, clean-shaven, sharp-jawed, with a binder full of successful busts. By night, he sat across from the very men he was supposed to destroy, sipping whiskey from a glass they’d poured. 1x2 Narc...
“Officer down?” the dispatcher asked.
