Deep

RC was never just a street boss—he was the system within the system.

Once the undisputed king of Cincinnati’s drug game, RC Quadir vanished from the streets without a trace. But he didn’t retire—he upgraded. Now, he’s the mastermind behind The Cleaners, an elite, high-tech crime scene erasure crew that specializes in making the aftermath of murder disappear like it never happened.

Their clients? Only the rich, the ruthless, and the connected. Mob bosses. Cartel shot-callers. White-collar criminals with blood on their hands. If your pockets run deep enough, The Cleaners will scrub your sins clean—no prints, no bodies, no evidence. Just silence.

Alongside his ride-or-die crew—Misty, his fierce and loyal queen, and Damien, his childhood soldier from Winton Terrace—RC runs a surgical operation where mistakes aren’t allowed, and loose ends are liabilities.

But when a Jane Doe and a faceless homeless man end up on his table, RC senses something off. These aren’t just random bodies—they’re a message. And in the underworld, messages like this usually mean war.

When you’re in too deep to call the cops… you call The Cleaners.