Chapter 6 - The Corrupt Cop Tracks Harper To The Beacon Hill Mansion

Miles away in a dimly lit Dorchester alleyway, Derek Lawson kicked a rusted trash can in a blind, alcohol-fueled rage.
He had gone to her cheap apartment, broken the lock with his service revolver, and found only empty closets and cold floors.
“You think you can run from me, you ungrateful little bitch?” Derek hissed into the damp, freezing Boston night air.
He pulled out his police badge, flashing it at a snitch outside a corner bodega to get a tip on where Boston’s elite maids lived.
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The snitch had mumbled something about high-society townhouses in Beacon Hill where wealthy men paid cash to invisible workers.
Derek climbed into his unmarked cruiser, slamming the door shut as he gunned the engine toward the wealthiest neighborhood in the city.
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