CHAPTER 34: SILAS’S LEDGER
We spent the next three days searching every space Silas had ever used — the small cabin he’d kept at the edge of the compound, the locked storage locker no one had touched since he fled, even the crawl space beneath the old meeting hall where he’d once held private meetings. Most of what we found was empty or useless: stacks of faded supply receipts, rough maps marked with territory lines that had long since shifted, a few personal items left behind in haste when his grip on the chapter broke. There was no sign of any record, no journal, no list of names or payments — nothing that looked like proof.
“Maybe he destroyed everything before he left,” Jax said late on the third evening, brushing thick dust from his sleeves as we gathered back at the main hall. “If
