Mr.Stamp

Previously

…He lowered the photograph. “Don Corleone is losing patience. His resources are vast, and his temper is legendary. He wants Woodville. And he believes you are the only one who can lead him to him. So, tell me, Mr. Stamp. Where is Jacob Woodville?” The alleyway suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, harder to breathe. Silas stood before me, a living embodiment of the consequences I’d tried so desperately to outrun. He was the embodiment of the hunter, and I, the hunted. And the game, it seemed, had just begun. The question wasn't whether I could disappear again, but whether Silas would allow it.