Damien’s pov:
The call woke me just before dawn. The mansion was still pitch black, and the sky outside was that bruised purple color right before the sun comes up. I could hear the tension in Luca’s voice over the phone.
“We found him,” Luca said. “One body. Left by the old rail junction.”
I was out of bed and dressed in minutes.
By the time I got there, my men had already blocked off the area. There were no sirens, no flashing lights, and no crowd. Just a few of my guys standing around with hard faces, looking at the ground as if it might jump up and bite them. The body was exactly where Luca said it would be. It hadn't been dumped out of a moving car; it was placed with precision, it had been placed there with a purpose.
Black Tide always staged their dead like they were putting on
