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1x2 Narc

“I’m wearing what keeps me alive,” Marcus said.

“How many?” Marcus asked.

Marcus pulled the bag from his right pocket. He tossed it. Carlos caught it, sniffed the seal, and nodded. 1x2 Narc...

He pulled his service weapon from the right.

Marcus didn’t move. His training said: Verify, then act. His gut said: You’re not a cop anymore. You crossed that line three months ago when you took the first bribe disguised as “expenses.”

Detective Marcus Cole was a one-man equation the department didn’t like to solve. They called him “1x2”—one narcotics officer with two faces. By day, he was the golden boy of the DEA’s field office, clean-shaven, sharp-jawed, with a binder full of successful busts. By night, he sat across from the very men he was supposed to destroy, sipping whiskey from a glass they’d poured. 1x2 Narc “I’m wearing what keeps me alive,”

Carlos laughed. The other four fanned out, hands near their waists. The air turned thick with diesel and dread.

He dropped the burner in a puddle. The narc who took bribes died in that warehouse. The one who remained had one badge, one gun, and a witness who’d just seen everything.

The Reyes brothers arrived like a slow avalanche. Carlos, the oldest, smiled with gold teeth. “Agent Cole. Still wearing the badge under that jacket?” He tossed it

His informant, a jittery kid named Leo, stumbled out of the shadows. “They’re coming. All of them. The Reyes brothers.”

But he knew—walking Leo toward the blue flash of arriving cruisers—that the other half would always be walking beside him in the dark.