An Accidental Homicide

The only thing more deadly than the Chicago Mob is a United States Marine whose best friend they just killed.

Gunshots echo down the brick canyon walls of Wrigleyville. Jess Archer runs toward the sound, hoisting her scuffed leather briefcase as a battering ram, shoving meat and chrome out of her path. Skidding to a stop in front of her home, she identifies her best friend and business partner lying face up on the dirty sidewalk, a bloody third eye staring blindly into the bright winter sky.

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