Leo's POV The visiting room reeks of sweat that clings to everybody in here. I’m sitting across from Fernandez, Olivia's father with this big glass wall between us, like it’s gonna stop whatever venom he’s about to spit. My knuckles are still in bandage, they throb against the cold metal counter.Two guards are slouch by the door, bored out of their minds, eyes half-closed like they’re about to nod off. Fernandez looks smaller than I remember. Kind of shrunken. The guy who once ran half the city’s nasty underground crimes, treating people like they were just cargo, now he’s chained to a metal ring on the table. But those eyes, they haven’t changed. Still calculating and focused, like he’s already figured me out and finds it funny.“You came all this way to gloat, Agent Masters?” His voice comes out smooth, almost bored. “Or wait, Leonard now? I don’t even know what to call you these days.”“Leonard works,” I mumble, trying to keep it flat. “That’s the name I had when I fucked you
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