Washington D.C., 1789 Restaurant in Georgetown.
The moment he saw the news, Vance's pupils constricted.
Sterling froze as well, phone in hand, his mouth slightly agape.
They both tapped open the news story at the same time.
"...This is the CNN Breaking News Center."
"Just ten minutes ago, Mayor of Pittsburgh Leo Wallace was attacked by a gunman while inspecting a community pharmacy that had just reopened in the Brooklyn District. According to eyewitnesses at the scene, the gunman fired two shots at close range. The Mayor collapsed, and his condition is unknown. The gunman is now dead..."
The broadcast cut to the scene.
Police tape had been set up, patrol lights flashing.
A large, ghastly pool of blood stained the ground, and several paramedics were rushing by with a gurney.
Vance whipped his head around to glare at Sterling.
"Was this you?"
Vance's voice trembled. He lunged forward, grabbing Sterling by the collar and shoving him against the wall.
