Chapter 9 - Cameron Conspires With Corrupt Detectives To Find Her
By noon, Detective Marcus had managed to trace the Maybach’s license plate through an old municipal traffic toll camera in Harlem.
He burst into Cameron’s Tribeca loft, slamming a printed satellite photograph of the Upper East Side riverside estate onto the table.
“I found her. She’s locked inside Dante Vance’s private fortress on the river,” Marcus reported, breathing heavily.
Cameron stared at the photograph, his eyes narrowing into slits of pure, unadulterated rage and bitter jealousy.
“Vance is harboring her on private property. Can we get a local warrant to search the premises?” Cameron demanded eagerly.
“Are you out of your mind? A local warrant signed against Dante Vance is a guaranteed death sentence for both of us,” Marcus hissed.
“Then we go around the legal system. Hire some outside muscle from the docks to pull her out quietly,” Cameron hissed back.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Cameron. Cross Dante Vance, and there won't be enough of you left to bury,” Marcus warned.
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“Just do it! Name your price, and get her back to my loft before the weekend!” Cameron shouted, slamming his fist down.
Greed and ego blinded the abusive ex to the catastrophic trap he was walking into with open eyes.
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