Chapter 7 - THE NIGHT THE HOUSE FELL
Paul stared at the photograph for almost a full minute.
Then he handed Damian the phone.
“Lock him down.”
“You’re sure?”
“My brother stopped being my brother when he put a sniper on your family.”
The words were steady.
Paul’s hands were not.
Damian understood better than most men what betrayal by blood could do.
“Paul.”
“I can handle it.”
“I didn’t ask whether you could.”
Paul looked at him.
Damian continued.
“You don’t interrogate Anthony.”
“Boss—”
“That isn’t punishment. It’s protection.”
Paul’s jaw tightened.
After several seconds he nodded.
Anthony was gone before they reached the estate.
His room had been emptied.
Access credentials deleted.
A backup server damaged.
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Worse, the east gate security loop had been compromised.
Someone had prepared the fortress to fail
