SavannahI didn’t strike the head first. That was the mistake everyone made. They rushed toward the center, thinking that was where power resides, forgetting that power only survives if it’s fed.So I went for the arteries, and by seven in the morning, I was already dressed and out the door, the city was still yawning and I drove with the radio down, letting the quiet sharpen my thoughts. The plan wasn’t complicated. It just required patience and precision, two things most people lost the moment fear entered the equation.The Benedicts had built their empire on distance, between themselves and the money, between themselves and the labor, and between themselves and the consequences. Offshore operators weren’t just a shield; they were a maze. And mazes only worked if no one mapped them.And so I parked three blocks from the site and walked the rest of the way with my heels steady against the pavement. The morning air smelled like rain that hadn’t decided whether to fall. I liked morning
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