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<p>Victor Malone was supposed to burn.<br>One clean cremation.<br>One fat insurance payout.<br>End of story.</p><p>But the widow miscalculated.</p><p>Lila Voss-rich cold venom in heels-picked the wrong corpse. She framed him with forged dental records swapped bodies and lit the fuse. Five million on the line. All she needed was Vic dead by dawn. He almost obliged.</p><p>Almost.</p><p>Vic crawled out of the fire half-paralyzed half-dead and wholly furious. The city wrote his obituary before sunrise. The insurance boys stamped his ashes before he stopped coughing. But Vic Malone wasn't finished. Not by a long shot.</p><p>He had one bullet.<br>One reel of tape.<br>One night left to ruin everyone who tried to bury him.</p><p>Peck the policy rat ran first-spooked by his own fine print. Lila followed-smoke in her wake matchbook threats in her hand. They moved fast. Vic moved faster. Anger makes good fuel.</p><p>Every corner he turned the scam got dirtier. A corpse labeled with his name. A furnace primed for a live burn. A policy wired to a countdown that smelled like blood. The whole setup screamed money murder and a patsy with ink on his hands.</p><p>Vic broke every rule to stay alive.<br>Cut through straps.<br>Jammed gears.<br>Shot a gas line blind.<br>Turned a funeral home into a blast furnace.</p><p>Lila burned for it.<br>Peck ran from it.<br>The city covered it.</p><p>By sunrise the papers declared Vic dead twice. The state pocketed the leftover millions. The world moved on. Neat. Clean. Wrapped in a body bag with someone else's teeth.</p><p>But ghosts don't stay buried.<br>Not in Chicago.<br>Not when they've got a score to settle.</p><p>Vic takes a new name a new face a new life-on paper. Off paper he's the same hardboiled bastard with smoke in his lungs and revenge in his gut. The widow's dead. The policy's dead. But the lie that killed him is still breathing somewhere in the city.</p><p>And Vic Malone hates loose ends.</p><p>This isn't a redemption story.<br>It's a reckoning.<br>Sharp as a razor.<br>Cold as a morgue slab.</p><p>The city tried to burn him.<br>Now he's coming back to light a match.</p>