"Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do."
- Voltaire
Ralph and his men drove into the compound, the tires of their cars crunching on the gravel path leading to the house. As they pulled up to the front door.
Caleb DeAngelis had accompanied them all the way to London but had stopped at the gate and followed another car back. He had concluded his purpose for following them, making sure Don Ralph got home safely and using the opportunity to discuss their next line of action with Ralph. Ralph enjoyed talking to Caleb. The man had so much in common with him when it came to their likes and dislikes and how they both thought and acted. From what he also gathered, he was the one Don Phillip planned on being his successor. He was going to be a formidable force to have on his corner if he ever became Don.
"Brian?" Ralph called out to Brian who was sitting at the front passenger seat.
"Yes, Don."
