The office was flickering with firelight. The gas fire melded into the stone work along the wall seemed to give a comfortable ambiance in the dark night. It was definitely after hours here at Dolion and Associates. Everyone except for Theo himself had gone home, he preferred nights such as this, when he could be alone with his thoughts. His open cases sat scattered across his desk, a second pile of potential clients and information on closed cases lay across the back table. The office was decorated in warm mahogany and unimposing white walls, except for the black accent wall along the side with the fire place.
Purple drapes hid the world of Chicago outside from view in the high rise office. In the center of the room sat Theodore Dolion. Sitting in one of the two guest meeting chairs near the fire itself. Shadows danced as he sipped the warm whiskey he kept inside the globe, that was in reality a portable mini bar. He usually had it over ice, but didn’t feel like tracking it down tonight. He was waiting for a man he had summoned. Valentine Marshall. Not by any means was this Theo’s favorite person in the world.
Val was a hitman, a low member on the totem pole and one that while his King insisted that he could be trusted, Theo was convinced otherwise. He was a loose canon but his private investigators and informants as a lawyer had failed him. Elizabeth Conrad was on the lamb, a page within the Mayor’s office, she had managed to escape after finding out a piece of crucial information about the Kovali family. It was possible she’d gone to the cops and gone into protective custody but his informants definitely didn’t seem to know of her coming through the police headquarters, so it wasn’t likely she was with them.
That lead to a problem. Theo needed her to either come in willingly and swear allegiance and to the Kovali, giving Theo info on the Mayor himself...that or she needed to be silenced in any fashion possible. Either way, Theo was running out of options. That left him with Val. He has a distaste for having to put his trust in someone that he didn’t know that well or wasn’t sure could be trusted with Kovali business in general, but desperate times called for certain measures and strings to be employed. A knock came at his office door. This was either his secretary back for some reason or a Kovali member who had a key to his office, either way he wasn’t concerned, “Enter.” He called out from his chair, not moving to answer the firm knock.
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