Snake Eyes -

Rick didn't draw his gun. He did something he hadn't done in years—he chose the truth over the angle. He triggered the arena's public address system, broadcasting Kevin's confession to the thousands of people still trapped inside.

The fight was a blur of violence until the seventh round. Just as the champion landed a devastating hook, a single shot rang out—not from the ring, but from the shadows of the mezzanine. Snake Eyes

"You were my brother, Kev," Rick said, his voice unusually quiet. Rick didn't draw his gun

Kevin didn't smile. His eyes remained fixed on the crowd, scanning for threats. "Keep it tight, Rick. The Secretary's safety is the only thing that matters tonight." The fight was a blur of violence until the seventh round

He spent the next three hours weaving through a web of lies. Every security camera told a different story, and every witness had a reason to keep their mouth shut. He found the woman in white, her dress now stained with someone else's blood. She was terrified, whispering about a conspiracy that went deeper than any crooked cop could imagine.

As Rick dug deeper, the evidence pointed toward the one person he trusted: Kevin.