Sol raised his eyebrows, a dark, cynical smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"Suicide," Sol repeated dryly. "At such an incredibly convenient time. Before he could name any names to the Warchief. How tragic."
He didn't believe that for a single second, and judging by the look on Kira and Zeyra's faces, neither did they. Someone had gotten into the heavily guarded detention cells… someone with enough authority or stealth to bypass the guards… and silenced the only loose end that could tie the sabotage back to Thorne.
In the cutthroat, paranoid world of politics, the 'suicide' of a key witness in a secure, guarded cell was the oldest, dirtiest trick in the book. It was an assassination to tie up a loose end. Someone had slipped into the cells, ruptured the old man's core, strung him up, and walked out without triggering a single alarm.
Which meant Thorne's reach wasn't just limited to his political faction. He had killers inside the tribe.
