Page 239 of Savage Throne
But the ripples wouldn’t stop at the shoreline.
The entire Diamond Syndicate would feel the shockwaves.
“Too many hands will reach for what’s uncovered.” I swallowed. “And not many will want to share.”
Because in the end. . .draining Dream Lake would unearth not just history but lots and lots of new land. This meant resources and the possibility of building new developments. Whoever had possession of that land would find themselves in an insurmountable position of power.
The boundaries of Paradise City would change.
The West would more than expand, it would be the most dominate accumulation of space.
However, Dream Lake fell into the South too.
In fact. . .it went pretty deep into the South.
If I knew Einstein, he would see the money signs clearly.
Marcelo and Banks wouldn’t be able to ignore it.
Rowe Street Mob would want their cut.
The Killer Crows, bound to the lake’s legacy, wouldn’t stand for sharing.
Because of all that. . .there would be no compromise on either side.
Only war.
My chest tightened as I thought of Moni. Her allegiance to Rowe Street Mob was unwavering, just as mine was to the West.
I let out a long breath. “When the water goes down. . .we might be divided.”
Moni would want the East to back Rowe Street Mob.
I’m not sure if we should just yet. The Killer Crows, although wealthy and successful, had suffered so much from the ghosts and their pasts. They deserved some form of reparations for what had been done to their people.
Yet. . .fair was fair too.
At least 60% of Dream Lake was in Rowe Street Mob’s boundaries on a map that the Killer Crows had drawn. They’d given Rowe Street Mob most of the lake to be wicked and keep them under them in power. Now. . .that decision might come back to bite them in their asses.
I exhaled sharply. “How could I stop the violence?”
The Bandit appeared on my right.
I tensed.
“War will come.” She gave me a sad smile. “But you don’t have to worry about that just now.”
I turned my gaze to her. “What do I focus on, then?”
Her smile widened. “All you’ve got to do is get the man in yellow to push for draining the lake.”
“Dima?”
She nodded, the brim of her cowboy hat casting shadows over her face. “He wants the East’s votes. He’ll need the West’s backing too. You’ve got leverage, little one. Use it.”
I thought of Dima’s smooth words, the way he charmed and strategized, always one step ahead. If draining the lake aligned with his goals, I could push him toward it.
“I’ll talk to him.”
