Solomon sat in his study, the moon using the grand windows behind him to cast its light across the room. The city was gearing up for another bright night, the lights going on one after the other.
For Solomon, his mind was sowhere else, spiraling through possibilities, plans, and outcos. The scent of blood wine lingered in the air, barely touched. He had spent the past few days searching for Ezra, pouring resources into finding the one man who seed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
A sharp knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts and Michael stepped into the room, his face grim but composed.
"News?" Solomon asked, not even looking up.
"Yes, my Lord," Michael replied, closing the door behind him and standing at attention. "We have reports. The police have shot and killed Ezra Matten in a public confrontation earlier today."
Solomon paused for a mont, the words sinking in. His eyes narrowed as he processed the information.
"Ezra Matten... dead?" He repeated the words slowly, his voice thick with suspicion. "In a public confrontation?"
Michael nodded. "Yes, my Lord. The reports are consistent. The police claim Ezra resisted arrest, leading to his death. It's all over the news now."
Solomon didn't move for a mont, his eyes focused on the flas dancing in the hearth across the room. "First, that's not Ezra Matten." Solomon frowned. "Soone's trying to cut off my access to legal search parties."
Who was it?
A public confrontation? That wasn't Vladimir's style. Solomon had kept tabs on Vladimir for decades, and the man was bold. He preferred to attack problems directly at the source and would never expose himself to retaliation like this. No, this had to be soone else. Soone more reckless, more desperate.
His hand kept tapping his table as he went through the possibilities. Who else had the ans and motive to eliminate Ezra while ensuring the public thought it was genuine?
"The Necromancer." Solomon muttered in realization under his breath. "Of course... that rat."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "The Necromancer, my Lord?"
Solomon stood, the chair scraping against the wooden floor as he moved toward the window, his hands clasped behind his back. "It wasn't Vladimir. This reeks of the Necromancer's handiwork. He likes using other people to achieve his goals. Soone who doesn't like getting his hands dirty in public."
"He used a decoy... manipulating the police into believing they had killed Ezra. Only soone with a vested interest in keeping Ezra out of my hands would try sothing so public. And there's only one rat left in this city who fits that description."
Michael nodded, following Solomon's train of thought. "Then what should we do, my Lord? If the Necromancer is involved, it ans Ezra is still out there."
"Exactly." Solomon said, his voice hardening. "Ezra is still alive, and the Necromancer wants to make sure I don't find him. We can't let that happen."
He turned sharply to face Michael. "Double the search. Use all the resources we have. Expand it. We can't rely on law enforcent anymore. I want the Necromancer's whereabouts included in every sweep.
Every possible hideout, every safehouse, every ally. He's been moving in the shadows for too long. It's ti we flushed him out."
Michael nodded sharply. "I'll get our people on it imdiately."
"Good." Solomon said. "Also, get soone down to the station. Stop any news of supernatural evidence coming out and gather any possible evidence of a breach of the Law of Secrecy. It might co in handy against a man like the Necromancer."
"Yes, my lord."
"Good." Solomon replied, his eyes narrowing in thought. "And what else? What other news do you have?"
"We found sothing interesting, my Lord." Michael said. "While Southside has seen disruptions in its vampire owned businesses and territories due to the deaths of its leadership, there is one area that seems to be functioning smoothly. The farr's market. It's still open for business, and based on the activity we've seen, it hasn't been affected by the chaos in Southside."
Solomon's eyebrows rose slightly, intrigued. "The farr's market?"
"Yes, my lord." Michael nodded. "It's been running too efficiently, considering the situation. It's almost as though soone is ensuring it stays that way. And from the rumors we've picked up, there's a figure known as the Overseer who seems to be pulling the strings behind the scenes."
"The Overseer." Solomon mused, his mind beginning to piece together a new puzzle. He turned to face Michael fully now, his eyes glinting with a new idea. "And you believe this Overseer could be..."
"Ezra Matten." Michael finished, nodding. "It's possible. He was always a careful man, my Lord, and if he's been hiding anywhere, running a low-profile operation while the rest of Southside crumbles, the farr's market would be the perfect place."
Solomon's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Clever. Very clever. Hiding in plain sight while the city tears itself apart. That would be sothing Ezra Matten would do."
He stepped forward, his voice firm. "Place our people on the market. I want eyes and ears there at all tis. If Ezra is hiding there, we'll smoke him out. I don't care how deep he's buried himself. The mont he shows his face, I want to know."
Michael nodded sharply. "I'll have the necessary arrangents made, my Lord." Continue reading at m|v-l'e -
Solomon watched as Michael turned to leave, his mind already calculating the next steps in his plan. The Necromancer thought he could outplay him, that he could use a cheap trick to pull Ezra out of the equation. But Solomon wasn't a fool.
As the door closed behind Michael, Solomon allowed himself a mont to savor the possibilities. Soon, very soon, he would have Ezra Matten. And when that mont ca, the Necromancer wouldn't be able to hide behind his tricks and illusions.
"It's only a matter of ti." Solomon murmured to himself, his grin widening as he turned back to the window, his thoughts now focused on the farr's market.
The Overseer wouldn't stay hidden for long.
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