'Oh yes. That, too. The tour!' Tristan thought, watching Derek walk back inside the bar.
This was just another reason for Tristan to burn with black-bright, vitriolic hatred toward the unknown terrorist mastermind.
***
Later that night, after the party was over, Tristan told Lenny to drive him to his house. There, he changed identities and walked on foot to his King Lion mansion.
By this point, the tiny amount of alcohol Tristan drank at that party left his system, but he still told one of his guards to drive.
The destination was the place where Cutout put the bomber.
Calling it a safehouse would've been giving it too much service. It was a house, shared by three of the King Lion Gang goons, that had nowhere better to live. The surrounding place was a complete ghetto, and the building itself was shit.
