Chapter 62 When Wolves Collide, Rats Feast

• Meanwhile, at the Drake Hotel, money and murder mixed like gin and tonic.
• Mason Rivers, or rather, the man masquerading as Leo King, moved through the crowd of Chicago's elite towards the underworld's table.
• The Chicago Lords' table might as well have had a neon sign reading "DANGER" hovering above it. They sat like a pack of wolves in designer suits, watching Mason's approach with the kind of tension that usually preceded bloodshed.