Third person pov:
The very first rule Silas ever learned, long before Black Tide was anything more than a whisper was that coincidences never existed. To him, coincidence was just a fairy tale people told themselves when they were too scared to admit that someone smarter was pulling the strings.
So, when the report came in about the body, the clean cuts, the careful placement, the lack of a loud message, Silas didn’t bother asking who did it.
He asked, “Why right now?”
He was standing in a cold, windowless room made of concrete and old stone. The walls were covered in screens showing everything Black Tide controlled: shipping ports, secret bank accounts, and live camera feeds. Silas stood with his hands behind his back, his head tilted as if he were listening to a sound no one else cou
