Damien’s Pov:
The first hour yields nothing.
I am sitting alone in the war room, the silence of the mansion pressing in on me from all sides. On the walls, dozens of screens flicker—glowing maps, long lists of call logs, and encrypted signal traces that twist and turn before vanishing into nothingness. Luca stayed by my side for a while, until I eventually waved him off. I didn’t need company. I needed the kind of absolute silence that allows a man to hear the things others miss.
I put the earpiece back in and press play.
The recording of the call starts again.Gideon’s voice cuts through layers of deliberate distortion. Black Tide has always been obsessed with the details; whoever routed this call knew exactly how to scrub the digital trail to make sure they couldn’t be followed.
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