Adam saw the news from a shop counter.
He had stopped at a small drink shop because his head was starting to ache. The place had a narrow counter, two plastic tables, and a television hanging from a corner bracket. The owner kept the volume high because customers liked to argue over news while drinking tea.
Today no one was arguing.
Everyone was watching the same report.
Maren Voss was dead.
Adam held the bottle in one hand and looked at the screen.
For a moment, the result felt unreal.
He had planned it, pushed it, and used Rovan to make it happen. Bruno had turned Tobin. Tobin had sent the route. Adam had passed the route forward. Each step had been small enough to fit inside a phone call or message.
Now it was on television.
The whole province was hearing about the result of something Adam had started.
The shopkeeper shook his head from behind the counter. "These gang people never stop."
