Leonard drove with the windows halfway down. He barely remembered the turns he took. Milan's words still hung in his head, not because they bothered him but because they were tedious. He had already handed it over to King.
Kill the District Attorney? He sighed.
He wasn't in the murdering business, not unless it was absolutely necessary. He left messes like that to people who needed to prove something, people like Ryan.
Milan could've kept his ambitions and bloodlust to himself. Leonard didn't care for senatorial titles or clean names. He preferred control, silence, power, and leverage.
Let Ryan play butcher, let him run around. He wasn't going to stain his hands over politics.
His phone buzzed and he glanced at the screen, it was King, he let it ring. As he pulled into the lot and stepped out to grab water, someone called from his right.
"Leonard?" His body stiffened slightly.
Not because of danger, but familiarity. No one called him by name, only a few people.
