On the drive back to the penthouse, Zane noticed that Clive maintained a larger than normal amount of silence.
"You don't quite agree with what I did?" The young mafioso didn't make the driver partake in such matters. That didn't mean though he wasn't aware of what happened.
"Am I allowed to speak plainly to you?" Clive glanced back at the other through the rearview mirror. A small nod of the head was all Zane gave the other as he continued focusing out the window. No longer did he wear his suit only the dress shirt under it. The outwear had to be cleaned after the young man, Rick threw up on him.
There wasn't much traffic left on the road. Only the odd stragglers preparing for the graveyard shift. A fitting name for a shift that took place during such a gloomy time. Without the moon out and the only glow of light coming from the odd street lamp, the night seemed more gloomy than usual.
