Chapter 18 Mayor Vic Vs Mr George; Bloodshed

• The night passed quietly and thick, like a curtain pulled over the world. Shadows pooled in the corners of Mayor Vic’s house, and the city outside sank into silence. He slept on his couch, not out of comfort but exhausted, still wearing yesterday’s shirt, his collar loosened, pain tucked somewhere deep where even dreams could not reach.
• And then in the morning, a dim light pushed through the blinds, bold and golden, spilling across the whole house littered with empty glasses and half-written notes. The warmth touched his face first. He stirred, blinked slowly, and for a moment didn’t remember he slept on a couch all through the night.
• The pain was still there quiet now. He sat up straighter, ran a hand over his face, and exhaled.