A/N: Firstly, apologies for the delay. I fell behind this week, and I confess I did spend a lot of my free time reading some of the awesome fics that this amazing fandom has been writing.
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Battling Fate
Chapter 17
Mere seconds passed while Harvey stood rooted to the spot. His heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his eardrums and the blood rushing through his veins became so cool he struggled to focus. Shock, fear, panic, nerves, anger, and confusion hit him. Weariness settled in the end. Was he ever going to catch a break?
He glanced across the room to his girlfriend, who was sitting rigidly on the couch. Her expression appeared frozen. Her wide eyes though, gave an indication of how anxious she obviously felt.
Harvey ignored Roman for a second and stepped towards Paula. "You okay?" he asked quickly, his eyes running over her form in a bid to check that she hadn't been harmed in any way. She gave a quick nod in response as Roman's voice bellowed across the room.
"She's fine, Harvey. I told her to fix herself a drink while we waited for you, but she didn't seem too keen. Is she always this uptight?" he said with a chuckle as he took another sip of his drink.
Harvey scowled as he turned his head back to Roman. "What the fuck do you want?" he snapped. He certainly wasn't in the mood for playing games.
"Easy, Harvey. What's with all the aggression? I'm just making friendly conversation," he said with amusement.
"Well, we're not friends and I'm not interested in making conversation. What do you want?"
Roman shook his head and smirked to himself as he casually sauntered over towards the other couch and flopped down onto it, winking at Paula in the process. "I just wanna have a little chat, Harvey, that's all. Why don't you pour yourself a drink and sit yourself down." He looked Harvey up and down. "I reckon you could use a drink, you look like shit!" He grinned before studying the tumbler of whiskey in his hand. "You know, I have to say this Macallan 18 is a lot smoother than the 36."
Harvey swallowed and took a steadying breath. He really had no clue what Roman's intentions were, but he was pretty sure they weren't going to be good. He was inwardly cursing himself that he hadn't anticipated that Roman would make an appearance. They knew he was at large, and he also suspected that after everything that had happened, he was unlikely to just let things lie. In addition to that, Roman could also be unpredictable, a fact that didn't help the deep sense of unease that Harvey felt.
With his heavily fatigued brain desperately working twice as hard to take stock of this new situation as well as formulate a plan to deal with whatever Roman was about to throw his way, he slowly walked over to his drinks cabinet and retrieved a glass. As he poured himself a generous measure of whiskey, he willed himself to keep calm and unruffled.
"Paula, why don't you go and stay at your apartment tonight. It's late and Roman and I clearly have some business to discuss. We wouldn't want to keep you awake," he said almost nonchalantly, as though none of this was a big deal.
Paula glanced nervously at Harvey, and she opened her mouth to respond when Roman beat her to it.
"This won't take long, Harvey. I wouldn't want to kick your girlfriend out of her home, especially at this time of night. I mean who knows how many undesirables are out there stalking the streets of Manhattan right now. No, no, she should stay. Why don't you fix her a drink too. Gin and tonic isn't it? I think that's what Samuel said she drank," he said with a wry smile. His gaze locked with Harvey's then, the mention of Samuel's name communicating more than just the words spoken.
"I'd prefer it if Paula wasn't here for this. I can have Ray collect her," Harvey said in a desperate bid to remove her from the scene.
"She stays, Harvey," Roman all but demanded, making it clear the matter wasn't up for discussion.
Harvey gritted his teeth but he knew there was no point arguing any further. He took a few steadying breaths as he placed the bottles of spirits back in the cabinet. He sat himself down next to Paula, handing her a gin and tonic. He gave her an apologetic look, and she responded with a swift nod.
"You know, you're taking one hell of a risk coming here, Roman. The FBI are looking for you," Harvey said as he crossed his legs and rested his arm on the side of the couch.
Roman shrugged. "They're not here now, are they?" he said with a smirk.
Paula cleared her throat. "If you're planning on harming us in any way, you'll—"
"I'll what?" Roman interrupted, his eyes flashing dangerously. His eyebrows lifted as he looked at Paula.
She clamped her mouth shut, instantly picking up on the aggression in Roman's tone. Roman then chuckled to himself as he placed his glass on the arm of the couch and began twisting it around with his fingers. He looked between them as he gave them a wide smile.
"Relax. I'm not armed and I come in peace," he said casually with a wave of his hand.
"I highly doubt that," Harvey scoffed.
Roman shook his head and chuckled again before taking another sip of his drink.
Harvey eyed Karimov more closely, trying to gauge what his intentions were. The last time he had seen Roman, the man had been screaming threats and profanities at him while being dragged away. After all, Harvey had ousted him to his brother and it was sheer luck that Maxim hadn't retaliated there and then. Roman had clearly felt at the time that his plan going to shit had all been Harvey's fault. It wasn't likely that he'd had a change of heart on that matter. It also occurred to Harvey that despite Roman's betrayal, Maxim had still been his brother and he was now dead. Harvey had no clue how Roman felt about that situation.
"So, what did you want to chat about?" Harvey asked, his tone clipped.
Roman threw his arms out in an open gesture. "Well, first off, I came here to offer my thanks, Harvey," he said with a slight grin.
Harvey quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"There was me thinking that I'd lost everything, that my life was literally over, and now I suddenly find myself in charge of my brother's business empire. All thanks to you." He pointed his glass in Harvey's direction and gave a little nod.
Harvey swallowed his whiskey down with a gulp but still chose not to respond.
"Not only that, but you also revealed how Forstman and Samuel were planning on double crossing me. Honestly, Harvey. I'm indebted to you!" he said with a shake of his head, his other hand placed over his heart.
"You didn't seem to feel that way last time I saw you, Roman. I think your exact words were 'I'll fucking kill you'."
Harvey heard a slight gasp from Paula, but he kept his gaze trained on Roman.
Roman shrugged. "Yeah, well, circumstances have changed haven't they? You could say I'm looking at the situation in a new light."
Harvey tilted his head to the side and gave a little huff. "Really! How enlightened of you."
Roman grinned and he drained his glass. "I really do need to get myself a bottle of this stuff. I've always been a vodka man, but I could make an exception for this."
"Roman, I'm really tired. It's been quite a trying few days. If you've just come here to show your gratitude, you can consider me thanked, and you can see yourself out," Harvey said wearily, knowing full well that it wasn't the only reason Roman was there.
"I'm not going anywhere just yet, Harvey. I'll cut to the chase shall I?" Roman said, all humour gone from his voice. "You've been talking to the FBI."
Harvey caught the penetrating stare that Roman had thrown his way, and he swallowed before answering. "Of course I have," he responded. "I could hardly refuse to speak to them," he added with a shrug.
"Hmm, maybe. What did you tell them?" Roman's stare didn't waver, as both men tried to read each other intently.
"The truth of course," Harvey said without blinking.
"Really!"
"Yes...really," Harvey said confidently.
"And what truth would that be?"
Harvey grimaced slightly, and he narrowed his eyes at Roman. "If you're asking me to clarify what happened to your brother—"
"Samuel killed him. I worked that out for myself," Roman interrupted, his face impassive.
Harvey nodded. "Well, after that, Samuel was shot in self-defense. It was him or us and that's exactly what I told the FBI."
Roman leaned forward. "Who pulled the trigger, Harvey?" he asked softly, his eyes flickering momentarily to Paula.
Harvey looked down then as he picked a piece of lint from his knee. "Does it matter?"
"I wouldn't have asked, if it didn't."
Harvey sighed and looked back up, his eyes locking with Roman's. "I did!"
Paula gasped then. "Harvey! You said—"
"Paula! Stay out of this," Harvey warned. "I didn't want you to worry okay? It was self defense and the FBI are satisfied with that."
"Yes, but Harvey—"
"They've already confirmed that they're not looking to press charges," Harvey interrupted again in an attempt to placate her.
She was frowning at him, her breathing rapid, and her lips pursed. She looked decidedly pissed, but she didn't say anymore. She just shook her head slightly.
Roman leaned back into the couch again and raised his eyebrows as he observed the exchange between the couple. He smiled to himself. "Well that's very fortunate for you, isn't it, Harvey?" he said.
Harvey slammed his drink down onto the coffee table at Roman's words and he stood, rage flooding his veins. "Fortunate? Are you fucking kidding me? There's nothing fortunate about any of this. This whole mess has been a fucking nightmare, and you instigated it. Three people are dead, including your brother. Donna is in hospital with a fucking head injury and god only knows what kind of trauma she suffered at your hands, you piece of shit!"
"Harvey, if you know what's good for you and your girlfriend, you'll sit the fuck down." Roman's voice was calm but his eyes flashed with anger.
Harvey clenched his fists at his side as he glared at Karimov. He wanted to rip his head off. The stress and worry of the last couple of days had taken their toll and he was standing there staring into the face of one of the men who had brought this misery to his door. He then felt a hand on his back as Paula reached out to him. She'd no doubt sensed his anger and was attempting to remind him that he needed to stay calm. He turned to look at her. She wore a frightened expression as she shook her head slightly, pleading with him to not retaliate any further.
Harvey clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, but he sat back down on the couch. He scowled at Roman.
"What do you want, Roman?" Harvey asked through gritted teeth.
"I need some assurances from you, Harvey."
"What type of assurances?" Harvey asked carefully.
"Well, I have no intentions of hiding away for the rest of my life. I want to build the Karimov Empire back to full strength. I can't do that with The FBI breathing down my neck. I need them off my back."
Harvey huffed and he shook his head, a look of incredulous disbelief all over his face. "Well if you think I'm helping you in any way, Roman, you can think again. I hope the Feds come after you with everything they've got. With any luck, they'll lock you away in some shit hole in the back of beyond and throw away the key."
"Charming!" Roman said with a smirk, seemingly unruffled by Harvey's words. "That's not going to happen though, Harvey."
"Oh really, and why is that?" Harvey asked nonchalantly, but the deep sense of unease he'd been feeling, intensified.
"It won't happen, because when they come for me...and I'm under no illusion that they won't, you, as my lawyer, are going to tell them that I am innocent of all charges. You are going to provide evidence to show them that it was Maxim that was responsible for all the criminal elements of the Karimov business. I mean, after all, he was the man in charge. I tried to steer him away towards more legitimate enterprises but I was coerced and threatened to do his bidding. You will also get that sidekick of yours to testify that Maxim was going to have me killed yesterday when he discovered that I was going to usurp him as head of the empire in an attempt to clean up the business."
Harvey started to laugh, although his smile did not reach his eyes. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. Not gonna happen, Roman. Sorry."
"Yes… it is," Roman responded calmly.
"I don't think you understand, Roman. While Mike and I were at the Beaufort club yesterday, my colleagues were already briefing the FBI on everything that we had discovered about you. It confirmed all that they already suspected. I've also already given them a statement which basically says the exact opposite of what you've just asked me to do. So it's useless...and you can threaten all you want, Roman, but it's too late. You made your bed, and I'm gonna enjoy watching you sleep in it."
Roman raised his eyebrows and chuckled lightly. "There's the cocky risk taker I've heard so much about," he said with a grin. "But, incidentally, I don't need to threaten you, Harvey. Although I do find it interesting that you would be so flippant about that when your girlfriend is sat right next to you. It would seem that your desire to protect those that you love doesn't extend to your girlfriend."
Harvey glared at Roman, but he didn't bite. He noticed from the corner of his eye that Paula took a sip of her drink, and she fidgeted slightly in her seat.
Roman leant forward again. "I don't need to threaten you because I know for a fact that you fed the FBI a load of bullshit. They might not be charging you now, but that would soon change if they know what I know, " he said slyly.
Harvey attempted to look bored by Roman's words and he rolled his eyes and scoffed. Inside though, his heart was pounding.
Roman saw straight through his bravado. "You didn't shoot Samuel. Donna did," he said with a smirk.
"What?" Paula snapped. She looked from Roman to Harvey with shock. "Is that true, Harvey?"
"If that's your ace card, Roman. I'm afraid it will get you nothing," he said with a shrug, ignoring Paula's question and her incredulous stare. "The FBI suspect that it was Donna and not me that killed Samuel, but they don't really care because they know it was self-defense," he added.
Roman shook his head and laughed. "I'm not stupid, Harvey. I know how this works. They have a duty to uphold the law, and the only reason they would let it slide would be if they can't prove it otherwise. Not without further investigation anyway, which takes time, money and a lot of effort. No-one is gonna be questioning your statement, I'm sure they're quite happy for the whole case to be closed. But…"
"But what?" Paula asked.
"But... if they were confronted with evidence that indisputably contradicted your statement… well they would have no choice but to act. That would land you in a whole shit load of trouble, Harvey. Not to mention that the fact that you lied would cast doubt over the whole self-defense claim, it could also lead to Donna being charged. Voluntary manslaughter… Jesus, Harvey, she could even go down for second degree murder, no?" he said as he scratched his head.
Harvey held his breath, his heart was now hammering in his chest. "It was self-defense," he stuttered.
"Was it? That's what you say, Harvey. However, the video footage that I have could be interpreted differently," he said with an over dramatic sigh.
Harvey's shoulders sank and he closed his eyes.
"You see, it wasn't just the cellar that had cameras, Harvey. I have the whole thing recorded. There's no sound unfortunately, so while there's no doubt that Donna was the one who pulled the trigger, the reason why, is not so cut and dry."
"You complete bastard. She's been through enough!" Harvey bellowed.
"She certainly has Harvey, which is why you should reconsider your position regarding my request," Roman said smugly.
Harvey glared at Roman, fury once again fuelling his desire to reach over and beat the shit out of him. Instead he gripped his glass so tightly he felt it might shatter, and he slowly shook his head in response to Roman's words.
"Let me be perfectly clear, Harvey," Roman said as he leant forward, crossing his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees. "If you don't do what I ask, I'll not only send a copy of that video to the FBI, I'll release it out into the world. The Press, social media… hell, I might even pay to have it play in the commercial break during the super bowl. Quite simply, everyone will know what she did, and not only that, I'll make sure that it's spun in such a way that her claim that she shot Samuel in self-defense will be seriously doubted and questioned. Her freedom will be in jeopardy, she could be charged, prosecuted, even face jail time, and even if you manage to avoid that, I'd say it's pretty much guaranteed that her life as she knows it, will be over."
Silence fell in the room as both men stared at each other. Harvey was raging inside. His jaw was clenched, he balled his fist and the need to punch something, preferably Roman, was overwhelming. He was so done with this bullshit.
Roman seemed to pick up on the animosity that was emanating off Harvey. He placed his empty glass on the coffee table, and stood up, buttoning up the jacket of his shiny armani suit. He smiled at Harvey and once again glanced between him and Paula.
"I think I'll leave you to mull over what I've said, Harvey. It's late and we wouldn't want you to miss out on your beauty sleep," he chuckled. He placed his hands into his pockets and started to walk away when he hesitated, his eyebrows lifted as though a thought had suddenly occurred to him.
"You know, I really am very grateful to you for everything that you did yesterday, Harvey. I'm not at all sorry that Samuel is a problem I don't need to take care of anymore. I'd hate to end this little get together on a sour note. So how about I do you a favour and leave you a little parting gift?"
Harvey's eyes flashed up to Roman and he cocked his head to the side and scowled. "No thanks, whatever it is, I can guarantee that I'm not interested."
"Hmm, maybe. However, I think that you need a bit of time and space to consider how you are going to do what I've asked. You certainly don't need Mary Poppins over there getting in the way, nagging and whining all the time," he said with a nod to Paula and a comical roll of the eyes.
Harvey and Paula both frowned in confusion and Roman shook his head, throwing his arms out in mock exasperation.
"It's time she went, Harvey!... I think everyone in the room knows it's not her you think of when you're boxing the one eyed champ in the shower."
"Wh..What?" Paula stuttered.
"You know, choking the chicken, making the bald man cry, spanking the—"
"I know what you're referring to, thank you very much. How dare you make assumptions about Harvey's feelings and our relationship. Of course he cares very deeply for Donna, but they're just friends, they have been close for many years—"
"You knew who I was referring to though didn't you, Dr. Agard," Roman said with a smirk. "You know I'd say that for a psychiatrist you really are clueless, but I don't actually think that you are. I think deep down you know exactly how your boyfriend feels about Donna. You just don't want to admit it to yourself," he added.
"Get out!" Harvey shouted, standing up.
"Oh, I'm going, don't worry, Harvey. But just before I do, let me say this to your girlfriend before I go. If you really believe I'm wrong and that Harvey, here, is totally committed to you, why don't you ask him about the kiss he and Donna shared...and I'm not talking about the one he gave her a couple of days ago. I'm talking about the one Samuel told me all about. A few months back wasn't it, Harvey?"
Harvey froze, open mouthed. The colour drained from his face. But, before he had a chance to form a coherent thought or response, Roman simply chuckled to himself, turned on his heel and made his exit.
"You're welcome!" His final words echoed through the condo, before the front door clicked shut.
Silence followed. A deafening, heavy and almost suffocating silence. Harvey knew he needed to turn and face the music, but he just didn't have the energy.
"Harvey?" Paula's voice finally rang out. Trepidation evident in her tone.
Harvey's shoulders slumped, and he let out a heavy sigh.
"Was he lying? Was he just trying to goad you?"
Harvey turned slowly and looked at Paula with an expression that communicated both regret and complete enervation.
"Paula…" he said wearily.
"Oh my God. It's true isn't it?" Paula's hand flew up to her mouth and her eyes instantly filled with tears.
"It's not what you think, Paula. You have to understand—"
Paula lifted her hand to halt him. He paused and they both looked at each other, sorrow and pain in both of their eyes. Paula also seemed to notice that Harvey was slightly swaying on the spot. The events of the last few days, and the trauma he had endured finally taking its toll.
"I'm going to go back to my apartment, Harvey. We don't have to do this now. You need to rest, and I need some space to think too. Call me when you are ready to talk," she said, her tone clipped but failing to hide the emotion she was feeling.
"Paula, I'm sorry," he whispered.
"It's fine, Harvey. Get some rest, do whatever you have to do, then come and see me."
She stepped into the bedroom and collected a few of her things and a few minutes later she had her coat on and a carry bag in her hand. She made her way to the front door, and without a further word or even a look back, she left the apartment.
Harvey remained in the same spot where she left him. He was numb. He didn't know what to feel anymore. The only sensation that he could identify was exhaustion.
He slowly made his way to his bedroom, discarding most of his clothes and not even bothering to hang them up. He collapsed on to the bed, rolling over onto his back and staring at the ceiling. In a way he was thankful that his mind had almost shut down on him, as he was pretty sure that he wouldn't have been able to sleep otherwise. Sure enough, within mere seconds, his eyes drifted closed and he finally succumbed to sleep.
"I don't give a shit, Rachel. I'm discharging myself," Donna snapped. She didn't mean to be so aggressive, and she certainly didn't want to take her frustrations out on her friend.
However, she'd had enough of being in a hospital and Rachel had been arguing with her for the last half hour about the fact that she wasn't well enough to go home yet.
She was still sore in many places, and she still felt incredibly tired. Dr. Wynn had assured her that the fatigue was normal, the after-effects of not only her head injury but also the drugs that Samuel had continually administered to her.
"Donna, please listen to what the doctors are telling you. You need to rest," Rachel pleaded.
"And I stand a much better chance of resting at home, than I do here. Honestly Rachel, I lie here and everything flashes through my head, worry, fear, anger. It's driving me crazy. I want to go and see my Dad, I need to see how he is and I need to let him know I'm okay. Then I need to talk to Harvey—"
"You see, that's what I'm talking about, Donna. How is any of that resting?"
"Enough," Donna said, exasperated. "I know you are only looking out for me, but trust me when I say, I will feel a whole lot better once I'm out of this damn hospital bed. I promise you I will be careful and I won't overdo it, but I need to go and see my Dad and I need to go today," Donna said a little less aggressively.
"What about your mom? Mike finally managed to track her down in Florence this morning. She's making plans to fly back tomorrow. She won't be happy about you leaving hospital this soon." Rachel had changed tack, hoping the threat of Clara Paulsen's disapproval might make Donna reconsider. She knew it was a longshot though.
Donna rolled her eyes. "Mom will be fine. She'll understand," Donna said more in hope than belief. "Where is Mike by the way? I haven't seen him this morning."
Rachel paused before answering, her countenance suddenly exuding apprehension.
"Mike's gone to see Harvey," she said with a small smile that did a poor job of disguising the fact that there was obviously more to Mike's visit than a simple friendly check in.
"Why?" Donna asked, her eyes narrowed.
Rachel gave a small shrug. "Harvey called and asked to see him." Rachel looked away then.
"You told me earlier that Harvey was coming here. What's changed?" Donna asked with suspicion.
Rachel gave a sigh. "Harvey called Mike and told him he needed to see him. That's all I know, Donna."
"Why, though? I thought that Samantha said the FBI had confirmed they wouldn't be pressing charges. Was that not the truth?" Donna's eyes widened with alarm. Her spidey sense once again firing warning shots across her brain.
"Of course it was the truth, Donna. We wouldn't lie to you about that. I'm sure that Harvey just wants to update Mike in private about what was said with the FBI. Please don't worry," Rachel implored.
Donna let out an irritated sigh. She was certain that there was more to Harvey's request than a simple update. She knew she wouldn't get any further information out of Rachel though, and decided there and then that she would focus her efforts on getting herself discharged.
"Fine! But I'm leaving this hospital...today! So go speak to whoever you need to talk to and tell them that I want to leave. I'll sign whatever waiver they want me to. Just get me out of here, Rach, please."
With a heavy sigh, Rachel nodded. "You are a terrible patient, you know that, don't you?" she said with a smirk.
"Excuse me, but I am not! I am Donna and I excel at everything. Including recovering from my injuries in record time. Now scoot… the clock is ticking!"
Rachel tutted loudly, but acquiesced, leaning over and placing a kiss on her friend's cheek. She exited the room, mumbling something about her friend being impossible.
"You're shitting me."
"I wish I was."
Mike stared at Harvey open mouthed. He shook his head in disbelief. Harvey had updated him on everything that had happened in the early hours of the morning with Roman. The blackmail that Roman had thrown his way, and the fact that they seemed to once again be in an impossible situation.
He paced back and forth as he wrung his fingers through his hair. He felt exasperated that shit was raining down on them once again.
"So, let me get this straight. You testify against Roman, and that asshole leaks video footage of Donna shooting Samuel, risking her being prosecuted. You'd also risk being prosecuted too for giving a false statement to the FBI, not to mention losing your license."
"Correct. Not gonna happen," Harvey responded.
"Alternatively, you do what Roman asks, and the Fed's get seriously pissed off with you and probably reopen the investigation. With more detailed forensic evidence, they'd prove what they already know, that Donna was the one firing the weapon. They may or may not choose to prosecute her. What is a given is they'd no doubt report you to the bar. At best you'd still lose your license, at worst, you could be prosecuted for perjury."
"Also correct, and also pretty shit, although slightly more preferable to the first option."
Mike opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Yeah… I know," Harvey said grimly.
"So what are we gonna do?" Mike asked. His arms flapping out in despair. "Please tell me you have an idea."
Harvey moved around his kitchen as he poured them both another coffee. He passed Mike's refilled mug back to him and hesitated before answering.
"I might have an idea," he answered cautiously.
"I knew it! Batman is back, baby."
"Don't get too excited, Robin! It's more of a hail Mary than an actual plan," he mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee.
It seemed it was all Mike needed to hear as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Shoot!" he said excitedly.
Harvey paused as he contemplated his next words. "My idea is a long shot. It's more of a hope than anything else, and if it doesn't work, I'll be going for option two," he said earnestly.
"You'll do what Roman asks?" Mike questioned in shock.
"It'll fucking kill me, giving that bastard what he wants and the chance for him to walk free, but it's the best chance for Donna. So, yeah, if my idea doesn't work out, that's what I'll do."
Mike shook his head and sighed. "Jesus, Harvey. Could you be any more obvious?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harvey frowned.
"You'll risk everything, you'll let Roman get away with everything he's done, hell, you'll risk going to jail, if it means Donna has the slightest chance of walking away from this? What do you think I mean?" Mike asked, his eyebrow quirked.
"Mike... not now," Harvey grumbled through gritted teeth.
Mike shook his head and rolled his eyes in despair, but he knew better than to push it. "Just tell me your idea then, because whatever it is, we need to make it work."
Harvey nodded. "Firstly, I need to pay Sean Cahill a visit. He's not going to be too happy to see me, but we need his help."
"Okay," Mike said. "What do you need me to do?"
Harvey took a deep breath and as he placed his coffee mug down he looked up intently at Mike. "How do you feel about going back to Danbury?"
Mike swallowed. "Please tell me you want me to go as a visitor and not an inmate," he responded.
"I need you to go and be the second best closer in New York City!"
