Merlyn watched the living room through his binoculars, looking things over. Councilman Griffin had two sons and a daughter. The oldest kid, Vontrell III liked to hang out in the Triangle and wasn't home tonight.
The second oldest boy and the daughter weren't in view, but the Councilman and his new wife were home. Apparently, his last wife died due to gang violence. Of course, if this man had pissed off the Demon's Head, he was either a good man, or a bad one.
Robert hoped he was a bad one.
"Keith...I've been thinking. Maybe you should go home now and let me handle this. It's my fault you're involved right now and...maybe if you go home and talk to Oliver, he can fix this for you. He's got the money and the pull; no sense in you adding to your record right now." Robert says, ignoring the pain in his back from the stab wound he'd suffered days ago.
He really wanted to hear Jane's voice right now, but there wasn't time.
After this is over, I'll go home to Jane and figure out my next move. Merlyn thinks.
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