Stuart Pov
As I drive home from my most recent appointment, ensconced in the comfortable leather upholstery of my vehicle, thoughts of my earlier chat with Sergei Romano continue to reverberate in my mind.
I gave him a few days to tell my soon-to-be wife the news. A couple of days to lay her spouse to rest, do the necessary rituals, and give her a night or two to grieve.
The late Franco Bianchi's wife adored him, but I don't pretend otherwise.
Plus, I lack patience.
"Franco Bianchi has passed away. We lost Colin Macgregor. Would you agree that it's sufficient?"
I can still hear the tense, furious tone of Sergei's voice. In spite of everything that dweeb had done, he was still furious about losing his best friend. Exceptional devotion. However, a leader of men should not display such
