In April, the chill in Pittsburgh finally began to recede from the surface of the Monongahela River.
As the date of the midterm primary elections approached, the entire city's political pulse quickened.
Leo Wallace sat at the center of power, like a patient gardener trimming the bonsai tree that was Pittsburgh.
But the shears in his hands were power, personal interests, and a meticulously woven network of personnel.
Following Roosevelt's strategic blueprint, Leo began to set his plans in motion.
It was a political project that would permeate the city's very capillaries.
First came the preparations for a "blood transfusion."
Leo knew full well that the current city council was a tough nut to crack. He couldn't remove them immediately, but he could cultivate their replacements.
