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confess,” Victor whispered. “Everything.”
For the next hour, Victor Klov destroyed himself.
He named names. Detailed deals. Explained the conspiracy—Captain Morrison, and six other cops, two city councilmen, the shipping routes for weapons, the money laundering operations.
All of it recorded. Documented. Undeniable.
When he finished, the FBI moved in.
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