"Now." Marlon's voice came in cleanly, redirecting the room without making a scene of it. He looked at me with those sharp eyes. "You've heard everything between me and Callighan. All of it. So it's your turn." He folded his hands on the table. "Tell me exactly what you want from this alliance, and what you're planning to do about him."
"I'm going to take him down," I said. "Him and his entire group."
"My," Molly said from the counter, the corner of her mouth pulling upward. "Strong words."
"What brought this on?" Marlon asked, studying me. "You didn't roll into Brighton Park this morning with the face of someone running a personal vendetta. Something changed."
