Langford's body lay where it had fallen, and James turned away from it.
The car park was still burning. Water came down through the broken ceiling in sheets, the fire alarms screamed somewhere above, and the whole structure groaned like it had not finished deciding whether to come down.
The Dark Knight stood behind him, sword low. The wolf kept its weight near the broker and the few men still breathing.
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James walked toward his uncle.
He did not rush. That was the part that made it worse.
His uncle dragged himself backward through the blood and the dust, the ruined leg trailing useless behind him.
"James." His voice came out thin. "James, son, this — this has gone too far. You've made your point. Everyone's seen it."
James kept walking.
"We're family." The uncle's back hit a fallen slab and he could go no further. "Whatever they told you, whatever this looks like — your father would not want—"
"Don't."
