Leo walks through the wrong door. The man inside sees nothing but white—Vance, this city's godfather, drenched in cold sweat from a recurring blindness. But the moment Leo steps in, he can see.
"That gland of yours could buy me half a life."
"I'm a person! Not medicine!"
"Medicine doesn't talk. You do."
Leo is undercover. His mission: uncover the truth behind the 1978 massacre of an informant's family—a night his own father died. He's marked, leashed to the godfather's side. By day, he runs the books at the docks. By night, he's the only cure this man has. And from episode two, the script starts slipping: hunter and prey—who's testing whom—gets harder to tell by the minute.
The precinct has a code name. The ledger has a money-laundering trail. Both point to the same name. By the time Leo finds it, he has to decide which side he's standing on.
(Alpha Godfather × Omega Undercover. Two leads. Zero mercy.)
