Chapter TwelveTwo nights later
Mufasa had gotten a call from Franklin requesting a sit-down. He was skeptical at first but the big man allowing him to arrange the time and place steered him. He picked the food court inside of an in-door shopping mall and they both agreed to bring only one other person with them. The King of the Streets picked the mall seeing how it would make both of them feel at ease since it was well lit and plenty of people would be present. Any man, unless he had a couple of screws missing, would be reluctant to start shooting with there being so many potential witnesses around.
“Glad you could make it,” Franklin extended his hand and Mufasa reluctantly shook it. “How’s the…” the words died in his throat when the kingpin lifted a hand calling for his silence.
“There
