Sinful Corruption (Mayet Justice #14)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

“ F letch?” I grip the handle of my police-issued weapon and slam my back against the weeping brick wall in the belly of a long alleyway. November cold beats through the air, and what was a decent midday warmth earlier makes for a scientific collision of temperatures that has the bricks almost in mourning.

“Fletcher!” My heart thunders in my chest, hampering my hearing and leaving me damn near useless as I try to listen for my perp. “Dammit, Fletch? Are you okay? Speak!”

“Not so fucking slick now, are you, Malone?” Our killer’s smug voice hits me first. His breath feathers against my flesh next, as I step to the corner of the alley and move directly into the barrel of a pistol that has killed three others before me. Gulping, I follow the length of steel and glance along his arms. Then our gazes meet and his lips curl into a taunting grin. “This city is going to hell. Whether you like it or not. It’s smart business to become friends with the devil.”