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The Bridge Builder – Part 03

A crescent moon hung in the night sky, casting a pale glow over Manhattan Island. The buildings and roads still radiated the heat of the day, warming the air. Blaring horns, shouts, and hurried footsteps blended together.

The enormous iron bridge looked completely different from during the day. People were gathered at the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge, talking loudly.

Kazuya, holding Victorique’s hand, pushed through the crowd. “E-Excuse me.”

Wiping his sweat, he looked up to see a white, specially-made ring towering in the middle of the arched bridge. The champion’s camp was on the Manhattan side, and the challenger’s camp was on the Brooklyn side.

A staff in a suit called their attention. “Are you the detective? Mitch is waiting for you.” Victorique and Kazuya followed him to Eddie’s dressing room.

Inside the small roofless room partitioned off at ringside, Eddie Sawyer, in his boxing trunks, sat on a chair, with Mitch