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Damian Valdez

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CASE: PI-H-6243 Just when the city was settling in for the night, a new boogeyman decided to crawl out of the woodwork. For years, the docks had been under the iron fist of the Scalise family. Nobody moved a crate, shook a hand, or breathed too loudly down there without their say-so. But lately, the streets had been getting a little too crowded with corpses. The newspapers were having a field day, especially after two bodies turned up at the docks. Now, ordinarily, two dead mugs wouldn't be enough to make the headlines. But these weren't just any two wise guys. They were Scalise family hitmen. Somebody had just sent a message, and I had a hunch it wasn't written with a fountain pen. The question was, who had the guts to take a swing at the Scalises? A rival outfit looking to muscle in? Some old enemy crawling out of the gutter? Or maybe a brand-new player with a taste for blood and a score to settle? Whatever the answer, I could smell a gang war brewing, and I didn't fancy being caught in the middle without knowing which way the wind was blowing. There was only one mug I could think of who might have a few answers. Damian. An old friend with a past tangled up in the very business he'd supposedly left behind. He might be out of the game, but a man doesn't just forget that kind of life. I reached for the telephone. Time to see if the old dog still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Because something told me this was going to be one hell of a crooked game.

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