This wasn't a choice between Washington and Pittsburgh.
It was a choice between survival and destruction.
"I'll be right down."
Monroe hung up the phone.
He grabbed the jacket from the back of his chair and hastily put it on.
Monroe turned and walked out of his office.
The stark white light of the hallway cast his shadow on the wall, stretching it long and distorted.
...
On the way from the Governor's Mansion, Leo sat in the back seat, watching the intersecting lights of Harrisburg pass by the window.
Campbell was now clearly blocking Washington from pressuring him.
If even he could realize this, there was no way Washington hadn't prepared for it long ago.
Leo dialed Murphy's number. He needed to know Washington's true stance.
Two days later, Murphy got back to him.
