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“Good morning!” he said too loudly, waving at the people. “Our next stop is Washington!”

“Fucker is confident, I’ll give him that,” said Rory, watching from a distance.

“He won’t be for long,” smiled Alec. “The boys back home have a surprise for him.”

“We’ve done so much good for the city of Atlanta!” he yelled. Behind him, the screen flickered with an image of crime rates dropping. He laughed, then looked around him once again. “What’s going on?”

“It’s just a technical glitch, sir.”

“We’ve done so much good…” His microphone was cut off, and the video took over.

“We’re going to destroy this fucking city and take what’s ours. We’ll rob every lonely bitch in our homes and take what belongs to us. When I’m president, I’ll rule this country as it should be!”

The few people standing in the crowd stared at him. He started to back off the stage, only to see police officers coming toward him from all angles.

“I own you!” he yelled, pointing his finger at them. “I own all of you! I have evidence of what you’ve done.”

“We know, Charlie,” said one of the men. “We know. Problem is the feds have evidence of everything you did as well. We’re all going down, but I’ll be damned if you’re leaving this city.”

He tried to run, but an officer would push him back toward the stage. He tried to move the other way, but someone was there to push him again. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“You killed that little girl, Charlie. You raped her and told us a drug addict did it,” said one of the men.

“No! No, he did it. Not me.”

“Don’t lie, Charlie,” said Mallory, her face suddenly directly in front of him. “Don’t lie anymore.”

“Get away from me!”

The men all stared at one another, then back at the man who was clearly losing his grip on reality. Completely surrounded, he just stared at them as three men broke ranks coming toward him.

“Who are you?”

“No one important,” said Rory. “Just know we’re the last men you’ll ever see in your life.”

Gripping the back of his neck, Tailor pushed the man toward their vehicle and into the backseat.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” asked Alec, staring at the D.A.

“It will save us a lot of money and heartbreak,” said the man. “It’s too bad he tried to escape while in custody.”

“It is too bad,” said Alec. “Really, really too bad.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

There were more questions than answers when all the dust settled, yet still, the people of Atlanta were singing the praises of the D.A. and his team. More than three hundred officers had been arrested and charged, with another two hundred willing to make a deal with the D.A. All of it left the door wide open for Gates’ opponent, who was making the speech of her lifetime. She was poised, professional, attractive, and intelligent. The state of Georgia made out in this deal.

Alec and Tailor watched as the woman walked off the stage after accepting the position uncontested. There was no one that wanted to step in for Gates.

“I’m so glad you both stayed,” she said, smiling at the men.

“Ma’am?” asked Tailor, confused. He looked at Alec, who only shrugged.

“I’m here because of you both,” she grinned.

“Ma’am, I believe you’re here because Charlie Gates was a pompous asshole who believed he could have everything he ever wanted,” smiled Tailor.

“Do you know my name?” she asked.

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