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Contd Ramirez Gonzales. “It’s a damn den!” Echo swears, adjusting his binoculars to get a better look at Audrey Gardens. We’re posted at the top of a skyscraper, positioned just right to overlook the ceremony below. I release smoke from my lips as I scan the crowd. It’s crowded with godfathers and their loyal guards—fourteen of them, maybe more. And there, right in the thick of it, is someone Maroons warned me about: Alex’s partner, George. I saw him in the picture. I can recognize him. I drop the goggles. “You’ve done all you can, boss.” Mateo says from my side. Echo chuckles. “Relax. Maybe Michael will make it out alive,” he says and when we look at him, he grins. “Kidding.” “You’re twisted, man.” Mark shakes his head in worry. “We’ve been out here for two hours. You think he ch