Chapter 59 The Quiet Coup

• Horace’s eyes, as always, remained calm. He didn’t answer, not yet, but he noted every twitch, every glance, every shadow of doubt flickering across the council members’ faces.
• A wiry council member, fidgeting in his seat, cleared his throat. “Perhaps the chairman could deploy his men to other syndicates,” he suggested nervously. “A few questions, a show of force… maybe we can learn who dared to strike at us.”
• The chairman’s eyes narrowed, the crease in his brow deepening. “No,” he said flatly. “Sending my men out blindly will only alert the wrong people. We don’t need guesses. We need certainty. Wasting our strength on speculation is not an option.”