Music Playlist

Spotify Playlist

Stay (Gonna Be Okay) - Seph Schlueter

Better Me For You (Brown Eyes) - Max McNown

Something to Someone - Dermot Kennedy

Love Me Back - Max McNown

I just need U. - TobyMac

The Other Side - Michael Marcagi

Ordinary - Alex Warren

Superheroes - The Script

Take It All Back - Tauren Wells, We The Kingdom & Davies

Fix What You Didn’t Break - Nate Smith

Burning Down (Alex’s Version) - Alex Warren

Bad Dreams - Teddy Swims

You Say - Lauren Daigle

Running Back To You - Seph Schlueter

Hard Fought Hallelujah (with Jelly Roll) - Brandon Lake & Jelly Roll

Highland Girl - Nathan Evans

1. Constantine

Chapter 1

Constantine

New York, New York

I didn’t make it a habit of grabbing low-level drug dealers off street corners, but for this asshole, I made an exception.

He was trying to outrun me inside an abandoned factory in Hell’s Kitchen. And while running was my least favorite of all heart rate–raising activities, I was willing to do it. For Daniel O’Brien? Yeah, I’d do it. Run all night if I had to.

The twenty-three-year-old Dublin native (and possibly a track star back home) had no current address. Well, outside that street corner. From what I’d learned through my research, he sold drugs to trust-fund kids who were willing to pay a premium.

He was also the lowlife who’d hit one of my interns on her way home from work while attempting to mug her.

While Blair had reluctantly admitted why she’d shown up to work with a black eye, tracking him down didn’t take long.

So here we were. Daniel and I, burning calories while navigating death traps inside a condemned building, all for his high-stakes game of hide-and-seek.

Reaching the third floor, I slowed my pace, listening carefully.

Every sound reverberated around me. The walls and floors moaned as if something evil was trying to protect the bastard.

I inhaled deeply, catching the scent of cheap cologne. He was close.

“Only one of us has night vision.” I never went hunting unprepared. NVGs in place. A ghost mask concealing my face. And, of course, strapped.

“Leave me the bloody hell alone. I don’t know what you want, but⁠—”

“I want a lot of things, Daniel. For men like you not to exist is one of them.” I followed my green-hued path around a corner, tracking his voice.

“How do you know my name? Who are you?” The rattle of fear in his voice guided me closer. “You a parent of that kid who almost OD’d last week? I swear I didn’t know about the fentanyl in the batch of E I sold him.”

Was he trying to dig himself an early grave?

Based on the sound of metal scraping the ground, he was scrambling for an object to turn into a weapon.