Bruno’s point of view
I thought Ischavor would come for blood at first, but not a word had been heard from him until now. His first move came two hours ago. I was in the west study when the call came in from an encrypted line, one I only give to my men, who already understand that mistakes cost more than death.
Salvatore didn’t exchange greetings with me, he went straight to business immediately he stepped in. That alone told me everything.
“The Packhano dock rejected the shipment, they gave no reason. Customs delay their claim.”
I closed the folder in my hands slowly.
“But they’ve never delayed us. Who signed the order?”
He paused as if he was trying to weigh his words.
“Ischavor,” Salvatore said quietly.
“He went through a shell authority, it’s clean, legal and untouchabl
