The engine didn't circle back.Silas counted ten full seconds after the sound faded before he let his shoulders drop even a fraction, and even then his hand didn't move away from his weapon."Just traffic," Reyes said from the doorway, though his own voice didn't sound entirely convinced of it either."Maybe." Silas crossed back to the window, angling his view down the narrow street without stepping into the light. "Or someone confirming which building we're in before they report back. Either way, we don't stay here past sunrise."Voss rose from his chair, moving to a locked cabinet against the far wall, and pulled out a thin leather folder that looked older than the room around it. "If you're serious about moving against Augustine directly, you'll need more than instinct. He doesn't run his empire out of one office you can walk into. Shipping contracts, port authorities, three shell companies that all report back to a fourth. You go after him blind, you'll hit a wall built specifical

"Delgado's stable," the doctor said, pulling off bloodied gloves in the dim light of the safehouse's makeshift medical room. "Barely. Another inch and that round would've hit something I couldn't have fixed on a kitchen table. He's lucky, and he's going to be in a lot of pain for a long while, but he'll live.""And Cho?" Silas asked.The doctor's face answered before his mouth did. "Never made it to the boat. I'm sorry."Silas absorbed that in silence, jaw tight, before he turned and walked out of the medical room into the main house, where Reyes stood over a table covered in maps, ledgers, and the salvaged manifest folder from the docks, still faintly damp at the edges."One dead. One critical. And we barely got the folder out." Reyes didn't look up. "That's not a win, Silas. That's a war we walked into blind, using intelligence somebody handed us on a silver platter.""You think it was Voss.""I think it's a short list, and he's on it." Reyes finally lifted his eyes, hard, tired. "N