The news of Webb's arrest spread through Blackhaven like wildfire.
Within twenty-four hours, three men were found dead in the Docks. Two more disappeared from their homes in Iron District. A warehouse on Pier 8 burned to the ground. No witnesses. No suspects. No leads.
Miller called Adam at the garage.
“Webb's network is imploding. His lieutenants are fighting for control. Territory is up for grabs. We're seeing bodies every night.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Stay out of it. Let us handle the cleanup.”
“You said that before. About Cindy. About Volkov. About Samuel. About Webb.”
“This is different. These aren't kingpins. These are rats fighting over scraps. They'll kill each other off. We just have to wait.”
“How many people will die while you wait?”
Miller didn't answer.
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