Usual Suspects: Shadow Doctrine

There are rules in this city. Unwritten ones. The kind carved into concrete with blood and silence.
You don't cross the outfit unless you've made peace with dying in your own trunk. You don't turn on the badge unless you've got another army behind you. And above all, you never—never—mess with the people sitting at the top of the country's food chain.
Because when power decides you're a threat, it doesn't argue. It buries you.
My name is Detective Sophia Blake. First grade. Chicago PD.
I've walk...