Chapter 119

• The driver stood at the mouth of the alley, unmoved by the lingering stench of blood or the echo of broken bones behind him. He lit a cigarette, his eyes cold, his heartbeat steady—as if scenes like this were nothing more than routine.
• By the time the cigarette burned down to the filter, the screaming had stopped.
• The head of the Silverfang’s security unit approached cautiously, bloodstained and breathless, his hand trembling slightly as he tossed away the bloodied steel rod he’d used.