"Firstly, you will have you call off your forces in Syracuse and handover my things to me," the authority in his voice was astounding. The way he held his demands showed me the true identity of Anthony Murray, the man who ran the mob. This subtle jab at Darcy had been to inform him that we had cracked his codes, picked up all the clues his sloppy employees had left behind and were prepared to raid the place if we needed to. It was an extremely well-calculated move. The voice from the other side waited patiently for the list of demands to finish.
"Secondly, you will stop selling products in my markets-" Anthony was cut off by Darcy, whose silence I had been commending for the past few minutes. As it seemed, Anthony's demand had made him uneasy.
"Those were my markets, to begin with. You were the one who weaselled into the areas and started selling your stupid shit." Yes, that sounded extremely mature coming from a middle-aged man.
