The static in Leo’s earpiece hummed like a mechanical hornet. He sat in the dark interior of his truck, parked three blocks away from a high-end French restaurant on Chicago’s Gold Coast. On his dashboard, his tablet displayed a live audio waveform.
"He’s walking in, Leo," Marcus whispered over the comms from the tech van.
"Step one of the counter-play is live. Keep your cool."
"I'm fine," Leo said, though his fingers dented the leather of his steering wheel. His soft, boyish features were completely gone, replaced by a cold, sharp focus. He had spent the last twenty-four hours screaming at Lee within view of the living room mirror camera, creating a perfect performance of a marriage in free-fall.
Now, it was time for Graham to collect his perceived prize. Inside the restaurant, the at
