And standing off to the side, watching with cool indifference, was Dennis's new woman. Nellie Fox.
"Dennis froze every single one of your old Syndicate accounts. Put the word out, too. Anyone who dares follow you gets the same treatment as that cripple."
Christian leaned back against his seat, amusement flickering in his voice.
"Ms. Delgado, you're a general without an army. How exactly do you plan to deal with this rabid dog?"
My fingers crushed the edge of the photograph.
The savage fury I'd been forcing down in my chest was clawing its way loose.
Dennis. You manage to disgust me more every single time.
"Mr. Finley needn't concern himself."
I tore the photographs to pieces, slowly, deliberately, and let the fragments scatter across the cabin.
"When dealing with a rabid dog, you just knock its teeth out."
The main hall of the East District Syndicate was buzzing today.
The heavy mahogany doors stood wide open. Inside, the air was thick with cigarette smoke. Dozens of chapter bosses and elders sat along both sides of the hall, arranged by rank and seniority.
The moment I stepped through the doors, the noise died.
Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto me.