From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 696

Chapter 696: Tricky Detective

The moment Max looked at the man standing in front of him, he recognized exactly who he was. Detective Marvin Morgan. But the recognition didn’t stem from his current, chaotic life as Max Smith—it belonged to his past life. In the deep trenches of the metropolitan underworld, Marvin Morgan was a name spoken in hushed, bitter whispers. He was infamous among the syndicates.

Once in a very long while, the criminal underworld would run face-first into an anomaly like him: a detective who simply could not be influenced by mountains of money, political leverage, or lethal threats. Yet, he operated in a high enough position and with enough public scrutiny that the corrupt upper echelons of the police force couldn’t just bring the hammer down to force him out.

Marvin was viewed as a dangerous rogue element, but due to his unparalleled clearance record, the department allowed him a long leash. At the end of the day, even a corrupt police department occasionally needed a massive, public win to maintain a facade of justice. Because of his volatile nature and his legendary status, not even the monolithic Syndicate families wanted to take him out. They lived in absolute terror that Marvin had meticulously set up a dead-man’s switch—a hidden digital trail of evidence that would automatically circle back and destroy their empires the moment his heart stopped beating.

The universal strategy when dealing with Marvin Morgan was simple: do whatever it takes to stay completely off his radar. However, age eventually catches up with everyone. Max looked at the lines etched into the detective’s face; it seemed Marvin had taken a step back from the high-intensity anti-syndicate task forces in the capital and was now working a quieter beat in Notting Hill, of all places.

"We’ve seen each other and talked briefly once before, haven’t we?" Max asked, keeping his composure entirely locked down.

"Right. At your friend’s funeral," Marvin said, his sharp eyes never leaving Max’s face. "Although we didn’t get an opportunity to have a proper conversation at the time. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve been able to get a solid handle on your trajectory until today. And out of all the places in this city, I find you standing right outside a maximum-security perimeter. I guess a smart kid like you can already deduce why I’m here."

Marvin adjusted the collar of his coat against the suburban wind. "There was a massive, highly irregular breakout here, and the bureau brought me in to investigate the forensic details. But as for yourself... why exactly would you be lurking around the outer gates? The only logical connection that comes to my mind is a specific inmate who used to attend the exact same high school as you. A kid named Dipter."

Inwardly, Max was shaking his head at the cosmic irony of the situation. Although the Billion Bloodline group had technically committed a staggering number of high-level crimes during their ascension, Max was entirely confident that they had flawlessly covered their digital and physical trails. In a lot of ways, localized street gangs like the Bloodline weren’t the type of monolithic targets Marvin typically spent his energy hunting.

"You free for a quick chat?" Marvin asked, gesturing toward the facility’s auxiliary buildings. "I think it’s going to be in your absolute best tactical interest if the two of us have a long, thorough talk right now."

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