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crossing lines for maura
The tension in the cantina rose, sweat began to bead on Alvardo’s forehead, the first signs of distress.
Before Alverdo could comment, Jane ploughed on.
”I also ain’t stupid. Before I came here I left a note in my desk stating that I came here in civilian skivvies to follow up a lead that I didn’t think was legit and didn’t want uniforms to waste time on. I disappear and you’ll have armies of cops here with microscopes crawling up your *****. There ain’t a judge in the state that won’t hand out interview extensions and search warrants like free candy in the name of finding the ’Hero cop.’” Jane said sarcastically and snidely.
”As for your last point,” she continued, ”if anything happens to Maura, I’ll make it my business to use all the contacts and pull I have to make your lives hell. You won’t be able to walk outside your front door without getting a ’random’ stop and search done. You won’t be able to set up a lemonade stand without it being raided. I will make it my life’s work to destroy you and your little gang. Furthermore, considering Paddy Doyle won’t care what he has to do if anything happens to Maura, he would find a way, one day to wipe out your whole family. And if that didn’t work then I would come for you. Not out in the open like this Mr. Alverdo, no I would wait in every shadow and one day I would take my vengeance. Afterall, who better to commit a murder and get away with it than a homicide detective? So it’s your choice, death now, death in the future or will we agree that Carlos here should let sleeping dogs lie. Pride goes before a fall Mr. Alvardo. Are you willing to have the cost of your nephews pride be your life, your business.” Jane finished with deadly precision.
Alvardo was silent, his eyes flicking quickly as he thought.
”You must be a hell of a chess player.” He finally said in a tired voice.
”You have no idea.” Jane replied coldly.
Alvardo raised his hand slowly and pulled the .45 down to the table.
Carlos squeaky voice was high as he scoffed, ”But Uncle you can’t…” he attempted.
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this was great I love the fiery jane the one who would do anything to protect Maura I hope you post more I realy enjoyed reading this..