The morning after the second body showed up, Chiang Mai felt... different.

Not louder or anything like that, but somehow the atmosphere felt heavier. Like the clouds knew. Like the streets were bracing for more. The kind of quiet that made people glance over their shoulders without knowing why.

Jay hadn’t slept. He didn’t even try to.

He sat in the corner of his room, shirtless and bruised. The gun rested across his thigh like a habit. And that damned silver coin spun slowly and steadily on ...