8
Jaantzen
“It seems you have a problem with directions,” Jaantzen says. “And I’m not sure how to make this point to you any more clearly.”
The whites of the skinny rat thug’s eyes are splashed with red — not anything Jaantzen or his enforcer, Kobe, did to him, but something he did to himself by dipping too frequently into the stash of shard he’s been peddling in the southern reaches of Jaantzen’s territory. The skinny rat thug’s eyes are bulging with fear. As they should be.
Willem Jaantzen is getting back to work. Rolling his sleeves up. Taking the bull by the horns.
It should feel good, yet crackling at the edges of everything he does is the tentative, crystalline sense of a world just on the verge of breaking.
He’s used to living in a world of sudden shifts and changes, but this
