CHARLES POV

Clean hands are an illusion.

Every man in power knows it. The difference is how well you hide the blood, how carefully you wash before stepping into the light. and in this city, no one has ever kept theirs cleaner than me.

At least, that’s what the papers believe.

The trick is to keep them cleaner than everyone else’s.

That was the thought that followed me as I stood in front of the window of my study, the city stretched out like a conquest map below.

Lights blinked, towers ...