The three men sat as instructed, and they could feel that something was off.
The Mayor was usually a garrulous man, full of bureaucratic arrogance.
But today, the Mayor was as quiet as a stone.
"Washington has abandoned us."
The color drained from the three men's faces at Carter Wright's opening words.
"That old fox Morganfield is content to just watch the show."
Carter Wright took a box of cigars from a drawer and tossed it on the table. He didn't light one, instead fiddling with the sharp cigar cutter in his hand.
"Gentlemen, the situation is clear. We have no way out."
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the three men before him.
Reaching into a drawer, he took out an unmarked black notebook and tossed it gently onto his desk.
THUD.
The sound was soft, but in the quiet room, it rang out like a gunshot.
Director Miller's eyelid twitched violently, his gaze fixed on the notebook as he swallowed hard.
