[Post Office, Three Towns North — October 28, 2008, 10:00 AM]
The envelope was unremarkable.
Standard manila, no return address, postage stamps rather than a meter that could be traced. Inside: photographs, documents, a typed letter explaining Polly Zobelle's drug connections with enough detail to launch an investigation but not enough to reveal the source.
I'd driven two hours to reach this particular post office—a small rural station where no one would remember one more anonymous customer mailing one more anonymous package.
The clerk barely glanced at me. "Priority mail?"
"Standard is fine."
The envelope disappeared into the sorting system, beginning its journey toward the ATF Sacramento Field Office. Toward Agent June Stahl. Toward the next phase of this war.
[COVERT OPERATION: COMPLETE] [+50 XP]
I walked back to my rental car—another precaution, nothing with SAMCRO plates anywhere near this drop—and began the drive home.
Done. The bait is in the water. Now we see if the shark bites.
---
[TM Garage — November 1, 2008, 2:00 PM]
The shark bit hard.
"ATF Sacramento opened a formal investigation into Polly Zobelle four days ago." Juice's voice was tight with excitement as he pulled up his monitoring screens. "Agent June Stahl assigned as lead investigator."
"How do you know this?"
"Intercepted communications. Nothing that'll hold up in court, but enough to tell us what's happening." He scrolled through data. "Stahl's moving fast. Subpoenas for financial records, coordination with DEA on the drug angle, surveillance requests through local law enforcement."
"She's ambitious."
"She's hungry." Juice grinned. "Taking down a white supremacist connected to drug trafficking? That's exactly the kind of case that gets you promoted. She's not going to let this one slip away."
I studied the intercepted communications, parsing the federal bureaucracy-speak for useful intelligence.
"Any sign that Zobelle knows?"
"That's the interesting part." Juice pulled up a different screen. "His patterns have changed. The cigar shop's been closed for three days. Public appearances canceled. His usual routines completely disrupted."
"Someone warned him."
"Probably. He's got political connections—wouldn't be hard for a friendly bureaucrat to make a call." Juice shrugged. "Doesn't matter. The investigation's already moving. Whatever he knows, it's too late to stop it."
Good. Let him feel the pressure. Let him understand what it's like to be hunted.
---
[Cole's Apartment — November 1, 2008, 8:00 PM]
Sarah noticed it before I did.
"You seem lighter today."
I looked up from the dinner she'd made—actual food, eaten at an actual table, the kind of normal I'd almost forgotten existed. The observation caught me off guard.
"Do I?"
"You're smiling." She pointed at my face with her fork. "First real smile I've seen in weeks."
I touched my mouth, almost surprised to find she was right.
"Progress. Not victory, but progress."
"Want to tell me about it?"
The woman who framed my friend is now investigating the daughter of the man who orchestrated the assault on our matriarch. It's a web of manipulation and revenge that would take hours to explain.
"Not really."
"Okay." She didn't push. "I'm just glad to see you looking more like yourself."
"What did I look like before?"
"Hollow." The word was gentle but honest. "Like something had eaten away everything except the anger."
I considered this. She wasn't wrong.
"The anger's still there."
"I know. But maybe it's not the only thing anymore?" She reached across the table, touched my hand. "Whatever's changing—I'm glad."
"Me too."
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[Charming Streets — November 2, 2008, 6:00 PM]
The cigar shop sat dark and abandoned.
I drove past it slowly, noting the closed signs, the empty parking lot, the sense of retreat that hung over what had been LOAN's Charming headquarters. A month ago, this place had been the center of Zobelle's operation—meetings, planning, the coordination of hate dressed up as legitimate business.
Now it looked like a tomb.
Pressure works. Push hard enough, long enough, and even fortresses crack.
But the shop's closure didn't mean victory. Zobelle was regrouping, not defeated. And somewhere out there, AJ Weston was still breathing—the man who'd touched Gemma, who'd violated something precious, who'd walked away free while she suffered in silence.
Polly's just the beginning. Zobelle's next. But Weston...
Weston dies. Whatever else happens, that one is personal.
My phone buzzed. Juice.
"Got something. Weston was spotted two hours ago."
My heart rate spiked.
"Where?"
"His ex-wife's place. Residential area on the east side of town. His kids live there."
"Confirmed sighting?"
"Traffic camera caught his face. He's definitely in Charming."
Even monsters love something. His kids. His family. That's his weakness.
"Send me the address."
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