Misfit Chronicles Chapter 5 – The Shadow of Beefmaster
Chapter 5 – The Shadow of Beefmaster Dublin was quiet the morning after the docks. News of the child’s drowning had blanketed every radio, every paper, every phone screen. Communities mourned. Volunteers shared grief. The Garda held vigils. And for once, Sgt. Salty and his misfits weren’t the centre of chaos—they were just part of the crowd, standing in silence. But in the shadows of the city, not everyone mourned. Beefmaster in the Dark Inside a dimly lit office above a nightclub called The Moo Palace , Ron Beefmaster watched the news on a flickering television. His jaw clenched, his massive frame looming like a storm cloud. Beside him sat Ramadan Patel, slick suit, slicker smile, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest of his chair. Patel had a reputation: black-market deals, shady imports, whispers of political connections. Beefmaster growled. “So the brat wandered too close to the docks. Convenient.” Patel smirked. “Convenient for us. Unfortunate for the city.” Th...