Thomas's expression didn't change, but something deadly shifted in his posture. "I see."
He walked back to his desk, picking up his phone. "That's unfortunate, James. I'd hoped we could handle this like gentlemen."
"Thomas, wait"
He held up a hand for silence as he dialed. "Vincent? Yes, it's Thomas Romano. I have some information about the Morrison family you might find interesting."
My blood turned to ice. He was calling Vincent Torrino directly.
"It seems James Morrison's father had some unfinished business with your organization. Business that might reflect poorly on the son's legal career."
"Thomas, don't"
"I'll email you the documentation. I'm sure you'll find it... illuminating." Thomas hung up, then immediately dialed another number.
"Sarah? Thomas Romano. I need to report
