Eris picks up Caledon at eleven at night in the Maserati. He harps on her on the way there. Why don't you drive a less obvious car? Why don't we do it during the day? Why don't we do this? Why don't we do that? She never knew Caledon had such awful anxiety.

She's quiet as she drives. She pulls up to the abandoned house just before midnight.

"You're kidding," Caledon says. "It's just some abandoned house?"

Eris pulls into the side street behind the building. She shows Caledon a key. "The basement," she says. "That's where it is."

"Fuck," Caledon says. He doesn't swear, but this justifies it.

Eris hands him the spare key. He's harmless. It's just Caledon. Caledon and his wife. "You can have that. If I find you taking from here, I'll have your wife run over."

Caledon nods. Takes the key. Too good to be true. Way too good to be true. He pockets the key, lets Eris drive him back to his house. He calls Brises immediately. He was supposed to call Leonardo first, but Caledon doesn't see why it should make a difference. Screw Leonardo. He'll just skip that step.

"The abandoned house on fourth," Caledon tells Brises. "Across from that old police station. I've got a key."

Brises gets to work. He doesn't like that he's the one taking the biggest risk here, but he knows it'll work. They've got the keys. They've got everything. Eris' chance to stop this has been destroyed.

Adam is on his fourth night back when Clips comes in to tell him to get ready. Dealing on Sifford, anonymous tip, related to Diakos. We've got to go.

Who is tipping off dealings? Adam is thinking. It's not Eris. He hasn't seen her since he left Nyx that morning.

Clips is in one car, Adam in another. They stakeout behind a bar parking lot in Clips' car. Adam is not the head anymore, but for some reason Clips forced him along.

Clips sips from a drink he bought, eyes scanning. Adam leans back in his chair.

"Rumours are true, aren't they?" Clips asks.

Adam glances at him. They're the same rank, but Clips is ahead of him in this car.

"What rumours?" Adam asks, even though he knows what they are.

"You slept with her." Clips takes another sip of his drink.

Adam raises his brows. He feels like being an asshole for tonight. Clips is arrogant, harsh, rude. Adam can play that game.

"Slept with a lot of women," Adam replies.

Clips laughs, but it's grating. He keeps scanning the lot. The car lights are dead, everything is dark.

"You should've been fired," he says.

Adam taps his finger against the center console. He shrugs.

"Can't trust you," Clips says. He has that marine face, the one with scars and leathery skin. He never even went on tour. He never even saw action. Adam fired a gun in his career more times than Clips did in the army.

Adam looks out at the parking lot. There's a spotlight from the bar lighting up a man near the doors. Another man gets out of his car and goes over to him.

"A bit conventional, don't you think?" Adam says. It looks like a setup to him. That spotlight, the tip.

"Criminals are idiots," Clips says, leaning forward.

Criminals are not idiots. Especially not the ones Adam knows. He feels something brewing in his bones. Knows there is more to this than he's seeing.

Clips opens the door, and his drink falls out onto the concrete. It splashes. The ice goes sprawling across the ground. It's loud. Neither of the men across the lot look up.

"It's planned," Adam whispers as Clips closes the door. Clips does not listen. He creeps across the lot, from car to car. Adam leans back in his seat. Bet he feels cool.

Clips arrests the man selling, brings him back to the car. Adam gets out, watching carefully.

Clips throws the man against the side of the car. He's already in cuffs, but that's cops. They deal with criminals the way criminals would deal with them.

"You're going to jail, motherfucker," Clips is snarling.

"Eris Diakos," Brises breathes, trachea crushed against the side of the car. "I know where her stores are."

Clips pauses. Looks at Adam.

"Setup," Adam says simply. "He doesn't know shit."

"The abandoned house on fourth," Brises snaps. "That's where it is. Go there. See it."

"Thank you," Adam says. "Still going to jail."

"I gave you information—" Brises starts.

"Not how pleas work," Adam says, leaning against the car. "You have to make the deal before you tell us the information we want to know."

Brises opens his mouth. Closes it. Shit.

Clips pushes Brises into the back of the car. Brises can't believe what has happened. Leonardo said they'd take the plea—he didn't mention any special instructions. Did Leonardo set him up?

Of course not. Brises is just an idiot. But Leonardo does know that much.

Adam watches Clips as he closes the door. "You think that's where the shit is?" Clips asks.

"Not sure," Adam says. He glances across the street.

Clips gets into his car; Adam gets into his. On the way back to the station, they drive past the abandoned house on fourth that Brises claims Eris stores her drugs in. There's an intersection right at the building, and Adam and Clips stop at the red light. He glances at the building. He doesn't believe it. No way Eris would store her things in there. It's not Eris enough. Eris is more likely to do something insulting and ballsy. Still at the intersection, Adam looks across the street, where the old police station sits quietly, still sucking monitoring money from the cops while they search for the money to demolish it. That's the kind of place Eris would store her drugs. That would be some ballsy shit.

The light goes green. Adam doesn't move. The car behind him honks.

Adam blinks, then starts to drive again. His heart is starting to race. He's starting to wonder. They drive back to the station and drop off Brises. Go up to Wilkes' office.

"Hey, Sarge," Clips says. "Got some news for you."

Wilkes gestures for them to sit down.

Clips does. He can't wait to get this out. He loves the way it's going to sound. "Arrested a dealer tonight. He says Eris Diakos keeps her stores in the abandoned house on fourth."

Adam did not sit down with Clips. He's searching with his mind. KipAlarms. That's who the cops hired to monitor the abandoned police station. It was a perfectly respectable company.

Wilkes leans back. Looks at Adam. "The hell are we waiting for? Let's move."

Adam is frozen. Wilkes has to call back to him to break his attention. "Hughey. We're going to check it out. Come on."

Wilkes gets out from behind the desk. Clips and Adam follow behind. Down the stairs. Adam gets into his car; Clips and Wilkes get into theirs.

Adam drives behind them to the abandoned house. He glances at his phone. He sits at a stoplight, the city dark around him. He reaches for his phone. Looks up KipAlarms.

It says it's a branch company of Shale Security. And who owns Shale Security?

Nyx Entertainment.

Adam cannot believe it. Two years, the drugs have been sitting in the abandoned police station while they pay Eris to monitor it. But why would the dealer tell the cops she stores her drugs across the street from where she actually stores them?

There's something going on. Adam can feel it. Somebody is playing with them. It might be Eris; it could be someone else. Or it could be a mix of more.

Out of reaction, Adam dials her number, and she doesn't answer.

Adam isn't sure what he's doing. Warning her? It's over. Him and her are over. If she made the ultimate mistake, that's not his job to fix. It's his job to put her in jail. He has to tell Wilkes and Clips what he knows. He has to.

As they drive, Kayla presses her ear to the basement door where her and Nikolas are trapped.

"Leo's on the phone," Kayla hisses at Nikolas. "It sounds like he's mad that Caledon didn't tell him the location of the stores first. I don't think he knows where the stores are, but the cops arrested Brises and now they know. I think Eris showed Caledon, and he told Brises."

"Why would she show him?" Nikolas snarls. Even he doesn't know where the stores are.

"Leo's saying the cops left the station. They're on their way to the stores," Kayla says.

Nikolas flexes his arm. He's not strong enough. Kayla has been letting Nikolas have all her food the last few days, hoping to build his strength so he can break the window.

"We have to go, Nikolas," Kayla insists. "Now. The moment the cops set foot in Eris' stores, they're going to go to the penthouse. They're going to arrest her."

Nikolas flexes his fingers again. He and Kayla barricade the door with the chairs in the room.

Kayla is weak and thin. She hasn't eaten in days. She doesn't even know if she's going to be able to get anywhere. Still, she crouches on the floor, and Nikolas steps up onto her back. Takes a long breath, then smashes at the window with the handcuffs.

The glass doesn't shatter, but it spiderwebs. Nikolas draws back, does it again. The glass breaks, shards of it falling onto Kayla. His hands come away bloody.

The door rattles. Leonardo yells through it. He kicks at it. "The fuck are you two doing?" he screams.

Nikolas lifts Kayla up to the window. She pushes the wood panel away from the outside, revealing the dark night outside. She lifts herself up, slides through the window. Glass rips down her stomach as she struggles to fit.

Nikolas pushes her through, glancing back at the door. The chairs are not going to work much longer.

Kayla grits her teeth as the glass rips through her skin. She grabs fistfuls of the grass outside and pulls herself up onto the lawn. She reaches back through for Nikolas.

He shakes his head. "Not going to fit," he says.

"Try," she insists. She looks behind her. It's dark out, but it looks like the south end. It's kilometres back to the east end to warn Eris. She can't do that on her own. She doesn't want to do that on her own.

Behind Nikolas, Leonardo breaks through the chairs. They spiral into the room, slivers of wood flying everywhere. He looks over at Kayla, reaching through the window.

Nikolas looks at Kayla. "Move," he says. "Run."

Kayla turns and runs.

Nikolas turns, too. Leonardo is running up the stairs, out of the building, chasing after Kayla, leaving his brother to advance on Nikolas.

Nikolas fights back, but he's so weak, so tired. His hands are ripped to shreds from the glass, his willpower is hardly existing. But he'll fight. Right until the end.

Nikolas is on the ground, blood across the wall. He deserves it. Kayla sprints down the street, so Leonardo gets into his car and follows her. He'll run her over. He doesn't care. As long as she doesn't warn Eris.

When they pull up to the alleged location of Eris' stores, Adam gets out of his car. Clips and Wilkes kick through the door, search the house, but Adam stays on the street. The old police station observes silently across from him. The drugs are in there. Adam knows it.

What he doesn't understand is how the dealer could be so close to the real location, but then get it wrong. It's a setup.

Adam looks over at the house that Wilkes and Clips are searching. Somebody wanted the cops in that house. That was the plan. Eris' stores aren't in there. But something is.

Kayla is running. Sprinting. Nikolas is nearly unconscious now, the back of his head cracking against the stone. He's ready to die. It's okay that he dies.

Nikolas is perhaps seconds away from the inevitable when Wilkes and Clips kick open the basement door. They see Nikolas on the floor, nearly dead, and Leonardo's brother doing the damage.

It's not what they wanted nor expected to find, but it's still a damn crime. Wilkes leaves Clips to arrest the man and take the other to the hospital. He was supposed to walk into a massive drug house. Not some random beating. But Eris is a damn vegan. She doesn't eat eggs.

Adam is walking across the street. More tricks, more games. My parting gift, Adam, he can imagine her saying. Here are my stores. Here's my nearly dead ex-boyfriend for you to save. Why couldn't she save him herself? There's more to this.

Wilkes pushes open the door to the house, annoyed. He sees Adam across the street, swiping his card on the scanner to the old police station. Adam knows the codes to the alarm. He was the officer to make them. It's always Adam.

"Hughes?" Wilkes shouts. He goes down the stairs, jogs across the street. "Hughey, what the hell?"

Adam walks through the building. It's dusty, unused. There is an underground parking lot, where she could park the Maserati and load it where no one would see.

Wilkes follows Adam down to the basement. "Hughes, where are you going?"

Adam pushes open the door to the basement.

"Holy fuck," Wilkes breathes.

Because where is the least statistically likely place for billions of dollars of drugs to be hiding?

Here, in a police station. Rows upon rows. Shelves upon shelves. Boxes, black and matte. Adam takes one off the shelf. Wilkes looks over his shoulder as he opens it.

Cocaine. Boxes and boxes of it. Fentanyl, ecstasy. The biggest drug store in the city—perhaps even the country. In a damn police station.

"We need something to connect it to her," Wilkes is saying, sorting through the boxes. "We need to connect this to her to arrest her."

Adam flips the box over. Glances at Wilkes. Shows him what's on the bottom of the box.

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