Three a.m.
In the Mayor's Office on the third floor of Pittsburgh City Hall, Leo Wallace stood in the shadows, a cell phone clutched in his hand.
His thumb hovered over the call button for a long time.
It was a call he didn't want to make, but one he had to.
Leo pressed the button.
"RING... RING... RING..."
The long, drawn-out ringing echoed in the office.
The call connected on the sixth ring.
"Leo."
Douglas Morganfield's voice came through, thick with sleep and unconcealed annoyance.
"I gave you my private number so you could call me with good news, not so I could listen to you freaking out at three in the morning."
"The antitrust lawsuit."
Leo's voice was hoarse.
"We can't drag this out any longer, Douglas."
"I don't care what it takes. We have to win, and we have to do it fast."
"I know you have the power to do it. You have one of the top legal teams in the country. You can make them do this."
The other end of the line fell silent.
