Disclaimer: I do not own Daredevil, Arrow or anything else you may recognize
Thank you to everyone who has favorited, followed, reviewed or viewed this fic so far.
Chaos Sorcerer: Yeah. The only reason I did not have Faulk taken down earlier was because of Roy. I guess he's a little inspired by both. Trish was one of my most favorite characters in the Netflix MCU but after Season 2, I hate her. I am not good at romance so you can imagine your own reasons as to why they broke up. You might see him again. And I think I will involve a few Marvel characters soon. Just one question- what did you think of the Stan Lee cameo in Chapter 12?
Chapter 15- Unfinished Business
Music was blaring loudly in Verdant and everyone was dancing. One of the women seemed very fascinated by the lights, staring at them with a blank look and dancing to a tune only she could hear. She danced to that tune even when she went outside the club and onto the street. Many of the cars swerved to avoid hitting her but one of them couldn't and hit her head on, killing her.
Oliver walked around the club as the staff cleaned it up.
"How we doing?" he asked Tommy who grinned in return.
"We're in the black, and the green", Tommy told him as he handed him the tablet with their latest financial expenditures and gains.
"I like how we've gone from throwing money at clubs to catching it", Oliver noted as he put the tablet down and noticed something, "Oh, look at these."
As he said that, he picked up a black-laced bra from among the many in the tote behind the bar, "What sort of business is lost and found if it is filled with women's underwear?"
"The best business ever?" Tommy joked.
"Oh, having this much fun should be against the law. Oh, if wishing made it so."
The two spun around to see Quentin walking up to them, "Sorry, am I interrupting anything?"
"Is Laurel okay?" Tommy asked him after having heard about the events of the previous week.
"She's fine", said Quentin before getting down to business, "This meeting's about something else. A girl just got mowed down a couple of blocks from here", he pulled out his phone and showed them the photo of the dead girl, "On Starling Bridge. Ring any bells with you two?"
"No", said Tommy.
"Should she?" asked Oliver.
"She was in your club tonight", Quentin said as he pulled out an evidence bag which had a neon green wristband which all customers got on entering Verdant.
"A lot of people were", Tommy pointed out.
"You think someone killed her?" Oliver asked him.
"Not someone", Quentin said as he pulled out another evidence bag which had some disturbingly familiar black and green pills, "Something."
"Vertigo", Oliver said in realization.
"Yeah", Lance agreed before turning to Tommy, "You got a problem with that in this club?"
"Not that I am aware of", Tommy replied sharply.
"We don't allow drugs in here, Detective", Oliver told him firmly.
"Control your clientele", Lance ordered as he looked between the two, "Before anyone else wanders into the traffic."
As Lance walked out, Oliver asked Tommy, "Is there a chance she could have scored the drugs in here?"
"I doubt it", Tommy said, "I try not to hire too many drug dealers."
"Get me a list of employees anyway", Oliver told him, "I'll have Felicity cross reference it for any drug arrests."
"That includes the two of us, you know", Tommy pointed out as they came to the basement door and Oliver unlocked it with the required code, "I thought you and Daredevil finished off the Count."
Oliver turned back to his friend and said, "We did."
At the Starling County Institute for Mental Health, Lance was lead through the halls by Dr. Web to the Count's room.
"I just need to ask him a few questions, Doc", Lance said to Dr. Webb.
"Well, you're welcome to try", Dr. Webb told him, "But I'm not sure you'll get very far with him."
Lance turned to the doctor and asked, "What does this mean? Is this some load of doctor-patient privilege?"
"No, far from it", Dr. Webb shook his head as they walked up the stairs, "The Vertigo overdose he suffered caused damage to the caudal portion of his anterior cingulate."
"Well, you'll probably be shocked to hear I didn't go to medical school", Lance said sarcastically.
"I've been working with him for months now", Dr. Webb told him, "And all I've gotten out of him is word salad and the occasional spit on the face. Best of luck to you."
"Thanks", Lance replied.
In a locked room sat the Count, muttering to himself in the moonlight, "Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you. You took no notice."
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.
"A woman died tonight from your poison", The Hood growled.
"Lots of women die, on lots of nights, for lots of reasons", the Count said.
"Someone is selling Vertigo again", The Hood said, "Where is it coming from?"
The Count's eyes flashed in recognition for a moment and he said, "I remember you. Man in hood", he shoved his drawings on The Hood's face, "You are never far from my thoughts."
The sound of jingling keys made The Hood growl in frustration. He threw the Count on the ground and disappeared into the shadows as the door opened.
"You have failed this city! You have failed this city! You have failed this city!" the Count yelled to the darkness around him as Lance looked at him and then back at Dr. Webb.
"You could have just said that he was nuts", Lance told the doctor as he walked out of the room.
Dig walked into the lair where Matt and Oliver were waiting for him.
"Got here as quickly I could", Dig told them, "This about the glyph in your father's notebook?"
"Felicity is still working on that. We have another problem", Oliver told him. He then played a news clip on the computer.
"Starling City is once again at war with the drug known on the streets as Vertigo. It used to be the city's most lethal vice. But the purple and green pill was nowhere to be found for the last 3 months."
"The city has been flooded with a new version of Vertigo for the past few days", Matt told Dig, "More addictive, more unstable."
"It killed a girl in the club", Oliver sighed, "Just like it almost killed Thea."
"Okay", said Dig, "What do the two of you think? We should pay the Count a visit?"
"He was my first visit. Waste of time", Oliver revealed, "He's…. sumasshedshly."
At Dig's confused look, Oliver gestured with his hand near his head, "Ahh."
"He was the only one who knew the formula for Vertigo", Matt said.
"I don't even know where to begin", Oliver said.
"Good, you're here", said Felicity as she walked in towards her computer, "Of course you're here. Where else would you be? Except at McKenna's. You clearly love it down here and over there."
She pulled up the news and said, "You got to see this."
"I'm here at the scene where the police say a disturbed patient escaped only hours ago", the reporter said as Matt and Oliver looked stunned.
"Authorities issued an immediate lockdown at the Starling County Institute for Mental Health following the breakout. Police are warning people to avoid contact with the drug dealer known as the Count."
"Not so crazy after all, huh?" Dig commented as Oliver angrily threw over a table.
Hall interviewed Dr. Webb.
"I was issuing the meds", the doctor said, "He was babbling. His usual ranting, then he's ice cold. He overpowered me. He forced me to take him through the maintenance exit."
"But you told Detective Lance he was harmless", McKenna pointed out.
Dr. Webb said, "I know. Which means….. I've interviewed him a dozen of times in the past couple of months. To be deceived by a patient so completely-"
"Don't worry. We'll find him", Hall assured him, "He's going to find prison a lot harder to break out of."
"Detective", said Dr. Webb to her, "He's dangerous. Don't underestimate him."
Later, she walked out with Lance and Hilton and asked them, "Anything from the security cameras?"
"Not according to the orderly here", Hilton said, "Due to budget cuts, the cameras were the first to go."
"The city is that underfunded?" McKenna asked dumbfounded.
"I know", Lance agreed with her, "It's unbelievable."
"There's another angle though", Hilton told them, "Veronica Sparks? The dead girl from Verdant?"
"Yeah?" Hall asked.
"I checked her LUDs", Hilton said, "The last person she texted before she died was Tommy Merlyn."
"But Merlyn said he didn't know her", Lance said with a frown.
"Merlyn has two collars for possession, one with intent", Hilton revealed as they walked out.
"Yeah, that was over five years ago", Lance said.
"Maybe he's just better at not getting himself arrested", Hilton noted.
"Well, Laurel says he's changed after his father cut him off", Lance said.
"Yeah, a leopard and his spots, you know?" Hilton said, "Maybe pushing Vertigo at his new club is a way of maintaining his old lifestyle."
"Yeah, or maybe going after Merlyn is a great way to get my daughter to stop speaking to me again, Hilt", Lance said dryly.
"Look, Quentin, you know I get that", Hilton said to him as they reached the car, "But here's the thing- on a hunch, I subpoenaed the club's bank accounts. There's ten large missing from their operating expenses."
"You think Merlyn spent that money on Vertigo?" Lance asked him.
"I think I can't explain how much money gets misplaced", Hilton told his partner, "Look, I'll take a run at it. Keep you out."
"No", said Quentin, "I should do it."
"With all due respect, Detective", Hall told Lance, "I think it would be best if it's me who does it."
Matt was sitting in Verdant, drinking mildly while talking to Laurel as Tommy walked around them.
And then McKenna walked in.
"What brings you by?" Laurel asked her, "Oliver's not here."
"It's a business visit actually", Hall said with a little discomfort. I got some follow up questions on the Spark girl's death."
"Oh!" Matt said simply.
"Sure", Tommy said.
"You said you didn't know her", Hall said to him, "But, um, the last text off her phone was to you."
"Really?" Tommy asked as he looked through the texts on his phone, "Because uh-"
He stopped on seeing a picture of Veronica with the message- 'Can you hook me up?'
"Well, I'll be damned", Tommy said as he held up the phone for Hall to see, "Huh, well, I didn't reply. I get hundreds of texts like this every night."
Matt heard his heartbeat and knew he was speaking the truth.
"So that's what she meant by 'Can you hook me up?'" Hall asked him.
"What else could it be about?" Tommy said defensively.
"$10,000 is missing from your club's bank accounts", Hall said after a deep breath, "What did you spend it on?"
"No idea", said Tommy, "Must be some sort of bookkeeping error-"
Matt kept his hand on Tommy's shoulder for support as Laurel walked over next to him while Hall continued, "Ok, let me put this another way, Tommy, if you spent that money on Vertigo so you could hook up your 'clientele'-"
"McKenna!" Laurel said in disbelief.
"-then the best thing to do right now is to cop to it, okay?" McKenna finished, "Get out in front of this."
"Don't say another word to my friend, please", Laurel said to Hall.
Hall tried to say, "I'm just trying to-"
"Do your job?" said Laurel, "Well I'm doing mine."
"I know how you feel Laurel", Hall said sympathetically to her with some sorrow in her voice, "But if it hadn't been me, then some other cop would have come down here to question him and he won't be as soft on him as I am."
"You know, Laurel", Matt pointed out to her, "She is trying to do her job."
"I was", said McKenna in a resigned voice before walking out.
At the docks, a Vertigo deal was taking place. The dealer took a large baggy of black and green pills from the man in the car and tossed it to the other men-
Only for an arrow from above to intercept it, scattering all its contents on the ground.
The group scattered as the main car sped away while The Hood slid down a chute and landed on the ground. A guard got out of another car and fired at him as he took cover. He fired an explosive arrow, blowing it up. The first car sped up to him straight and he tried to pull out an arrow but the car was too close so he rolled away. When he got up, the car was gone.
At the Starling City Aquarium, one of the vagrants from the docks who had already taken his Vertigo was staring at the fishes in fascination.
"Don't forget to breathe", he said to the fish, "He won't. I won't-"
A girl looked at him in disgust and said, "Congratulations. You're officially the creepiest person I have ever met."
"I don't- I don't feel so good", he said as he staggered towards her.
"Get away from me, creep", she said as she ran towards a security guard who asked, "Have we got a problem?"
He looked at the vagrant and then back at the woman asking, "Are you okay?"
He tried to ask the woman what the vagrant had said but he snatched the gun from his holster and hit him hard on the back of the head, knocking him out.
The man spun around, waving his gun as the people screamed in terror and dropped to the ground.
At Verdant, Quentin got out of his car and walked up to Tommy who was overseeing a delivery.
"What are you doing here now, Detective Lance?" said Tommy, "I already told Detective Hall everything."
"Eric Messner?" Lance asked.
Tommy froze for a moment and after taking a breath asked, "Who?"
"He's a zoning commissioner for Starling City", Lance said to him before adding, "A notoriously corrupt one at that. The missing ten grand- you paid it to him to skip the investigation of your nightclub. Why'd you do that, Merlyn? What didn't you want him to find?"
"We got nothing to hide here", Tommy replied.
"Great", said Lance as he walked towards the entrance, "Let's just take a little look around."
"Absolutely", Tommy agreed as he finally looked at Lance, "After you come back with a search warrant."
Lance spun at Tommy and asked, "Are you sure this is how you wanna play this?"
"Apparently", Tommy replied as Lance angrily walked off while Tommy closed his eyes and took a calming breath.
Back at the aquarium, the vagrant waved his gun wildly t the crowd and yelled, "Stop laughing at me!"
Suddenly, the lights went out and he fired two shots into the air.
"Shut up!" he screamed as people screamed in fear, "Shut up!"
He took out three more Vertigo pills from his pocket and swallowed them.
A club suddenly knocked the gun from his hand and returned to Daredevil's hand. The man looked up at him and The Hood, standing on the balcony and ran off in terror. He ran through a service door to the boiler room, thinking of where to go.
"Stop!" yelled The Hood, "I don't wanna hurt you."
He fired an arrow into a water pipe, causing it to burst. A gush of water hit the man and sent him to the ground as Daredevil and The Hood jumped down and ran over to him.
"We're here to help you", Daredevil said to him. The Hood turned over the man and withdrew the cure arrow he had made. He tried to inject it into the man but he let one final breath out with a shudder and breathed no more.
The Hood looked at Daredevil who shook his head sadly. The two rose up and ran off.
Later- Matt and Laurel comforted Tommy over what he had been accused of when Oliver rushed past them.
"Oliver?" Matt asked in concern.
Lance and Hall arrived with several cops.
"Mr. Merlyn, as requested, a warrant to search these premises", Lance said to him as he handed it to him.
Laurel snatched the warrant from Tommy and said to her father, "I can't believe you're doing this."
"Believe it", he said coldly.
"Detective, I'm not an attorney but on what grounds are you searching my club?" Oliver demanded of Lance.
"I'm sorry, Oliver", McKenna said to him sincerely with sorrow in her eyes which Oliver accepted with a nod, "But Tommy bribed a government official to keep him from checking the entirety of the building."
"What?" Oliver asked in shock.
"Because he's selling Vertigo out of the club", Lance accused.
"Ollie, it's valid", Laurel told him after reading the warrant.
"Thank you", Quentin said as he walked to the back of the club, "A sub level is not enlisted on the club's floor plans. However, I pulled the county records. There's something down there. I want to see for myself what it is."
He stopped at the door to the basement- and The Hood's lair.
"Oh, look at that", he turned to Oliver, "Open the door."
"You're making a mistake", Oliver said to him.
"No, you are", Quentin said to him, "Now open the door."
"Oliver, please!" McKenna repeated what Lance had said in a gentler tone.
Oliver looked at Matt who nodded and Oliver punched in the code as the door opened.
"Thank you", Lance said as he walked inside and down the steps. They all walked downstairs to the darkened basement. Tommy calmly walked over to the power box and flipped the lever, turning on the light-
On furniture and pallets of wines.
"This place is a kind of a mess", Tommy said casually, "I have been using it to store the bulk of our inventory."
'Smart move, Tommy', Matt complemented him in his head.
"What's in the boxes?" Lance asked and Tommy offered, "Why don't you take a look for yourself?"
Lance opened a box and pulled out- a bottle of wine.
"Well, if prohibition is still in effect, you might actually have a basis of a criminal complaint", Lance said dryly.
"Would you like to open the rest of the crates?" Tommy asked which Lance did and pulled out another bottle of wine. He looked at Tommy in confusion.
"So if there's nothing down here", Lance asked him, "Why didn't you want the Inspector down here?"
"Well, the ventilation system in this place hasn't been updated since the 60s", Tommy noted, "We shouldn't even be open."
Lance looked around and after giving Tommy a look said, "Yeah."
Later- Lance, Hall and the other cops walked out.
"I hope you'll be fine, Tommy", Laurel said to him as Matt nodded.
"Thank you", Tommy said sincerely to them.
"You know?" Laurel said to Matt, "I need to go. It's late. Good night."
"Good night", Matt said to her with a smile as the two shared a quick kiss and she walked away. Matt looked at Tommy and walked towards the bathroom.
After Laurel left, Tommy stormed over to the bar and angrily asked Oliver, "Is there something you want to say to me?"
"Thank you", Oliver said sincerely.
"No, I meant the other thing you were thinking when Lance accused me of dealing out of the club", Tommy accused.
Oliver sighed and said honestly, "I just don't understand why you wouldn't just tell me about the bribe."
"I run the club, Oliver. I don't tell you a lot of things", Tommy said angrily as he picked up his clipboard, "So let me ask you a question, pal", he angrily slammed the board down on the bar and said, "What have I done in the last 6 months that would lead you to think that I have been selling drugs?"
"In the last 6 months? Nothing", Oliver said.
"Yeah", Tommy spat out.
Oliver then rose and accused Tommy, "Before I left, you played hard. You played with bad people who were into bad stuff."
"And so did you, Oliver", Tommy yelled, "But I changed just like you did. And now you put arrows into people who do illegal things", and then he held up his arms, "Last I checked, bribing a city official was not legal."
"Do you actually think that I could hurt you?" Oliver asked him.
"Truthfully I have no idea what the hell you would do", Tommy spat, "You're a complete mystery to me. I have no idea how you find it so easy to kill people. And now before you think the worst of me, imagine what I think of you know."
He jammed his finger into Oliver's chest and walked away.
At that moment, Matt came out of the bathroom, having heard the entire thing. Once Tommy was gone, he said, "Tommy's being a hypocrite. I hope he understands and comes around."
Oliver nodded sincerely at what Matt had said.
"What's his problem?" John asked Oliver about Tommy as he arrived.
Oliver glared at Dig and angrily asked, "What's yours?"
As Matt and Oliver walked to the basement, Dig asked in a confused an annoyed tone, "Excuse me?"
"I asked Felicity to get in touch with you", Oliver told him, "There was a hostage situation at the aquarium."
"I'm sorry", Dig sighed, "I didn't get the message until it was over."
"You're lying", Matt said to him after hearing his heartbeat.
"Why are you lying to me John?" Oliver asked, exasperated.
"I'm sorry, Oliver", John said to him sincerely, "But I was doing something else."
"Is that something else more important than a tense hostage situation?" Matt asked him.
As Oliver glared at him, he said, "Lawton."
Matt and Oliver shook their heads and turned back towards the basement as John said, "Matt, Oliver, you two didn't end up needing me."
"You couldn't have known that", Oliver pointed out.
"In other words, find your brother's killer in your own time, right?" John asked angrily.
"We didn't know you were trying to find your brother when we texted you", Matt pointed out.
"Vertigo's tearing the city apart, Diggle!" Oliver yelled angrily, "So yeah, maybe now's not the best time to engage in a personal vendetta."
"You're actually gonna stand there and tell me that you going after the Count is not personal?" Dig asked angrily and ignoring Oliver's look continued, "Oliver, listen, I cannot read a book to my nephew without knowing that Lawton took his father from him. I can't move on with Carly, I can't move on with my life knowing that he's still out there. I thought that if anybody got that, it'd be you."
Matt and Oliver glared at him for several moments and he glared back, before walking off.
The two vigilantes headed down the basement.
A while later, Felicity arrived and looking around at the crate asked, "What happened here?"
"The Ethernet cable still works", Oliver said to Felicity, "Would you plug in your tablet, please?"
"Did you two decide to remodel?" she asked them.
"It's a long story", Matt told her.
"Where's Dig?" she asked.
"Long story", Oliver said.
"The hostage-taking junkie", Matt got down to business, "He is the only lead to the Count we have left."
"What kind of information are you looking for?" she asked them.
"Anything that will give us a line on the Count's location", Oliver said, "Has the M.E. performed the autopsy report yet?"
"Yeah", she said, "Just pulling it up now."
"Check the toxicology and see if there's something related to Vertigo he was on", Oliver told her as he and Matt moved around to find their gear. Matt's senses helped in that.
"He didn't die of a Vertigo overdose", Felicity told him.
"I saw it, Felicity", Oliver said to her.
"Wait", said Matt, "I remember. He sounded like he was choking. So was it not an effect of Vertigo?"
"No", Felicity said, "According to the Coroner, the cause of death was severe anaphylaxis. He died of an allergic reaction to chlorpromazine."
"That's an anti-psychotic", Oliver noted.
"Pull up Veronica Sparks' autopsy", Matt told her, "Did she have chlorpromazine in her system?"
She pulled it up and after looking at it said, "Yes. How did you know?"
"The Count has added it in his new iteration of Vertigo", Matt said in realization as Oliver realized something, "This amount can only be manufactured in a mental institution."
"Everybody is looking for him outside the asylum", Matt said.
"But what if he never left?" Oliver pointed out, "What if he faked his escape just like he faked his insanity?"
Later, Daredevil and The Hood broke through the grate and dropped into the service tunnel of the asylum. The Hood lighted a few glow sticks to help him see as he did not have the senses to help him move in the dark.
The two then moved through a deserted wing of the asylum which was shut down due to budget cuts and moved into a surgical wing. They heard a familiar voice. The two moved inside rapidly, drawing their weapons.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance", The Hood growled at a figure seated on a chair in the corner. The Count was facing away from him.
"Turn around", he ordered him.
The Hood was about to place the arrowhead against his neck when Daredevil said, "Wait!"
"What?" The Hood asked him.
"He's mumbling erratically", Daredevil said to him, "He doesn't seem to be aware of our presence."
"He is faking it!" The Hood protested.
"My senses are not fooled", Daredevil told him, "He is actually insane. There are leads attached to his skull to check his brainwave and he is on medication."
"If it's not him", The Hood asked as he looked and saw that Daredevil was right, "Then who is it?"
Suddenly, Daredevil heard someone trying to sneak up on him and ducked to avoid being hit by a large metal pipe. It was the big orderly who had been keeping watch over the Count.
Turning around, Daredevil punched him in the stomach and jumping in the air, hit his chest with both his feet, making him stagger back.
At that moment, Dr. Webb arrived.
"Oh no!" he said.
"So it was you?" The Hood asked him.
"Yes!" Dr. Webb said as he raised his hands, "I performed a biopsy on his kidneys and reverse engineered the chemical compound of the drug, creating my own version with the facilities here."
Daredevil kicked the orderly away again. As the orderly recovered and charged at him again, Dig ran in and kicked him away.
As the orderly fell down, Dig spotted a defibrillator and picked it up, charging the machine and grabbing the paddles. As the orderly got up, Dig placed the paddles on either side of his head and pressed the button, sending an instant electrical shock through his head, killing him instantly.
"Clear", he quipped as Daredevil gave a smirk.
The Hood shot Dr. Webb in the heart and he fell down, dead.
The three walked up to the Count who was still bound to his chair and babbling, "Looks like I'm the last one standing. Sitting. Spinning. Something to do." What was I going to do? Memory not what it once was. Nothing what it once was."
The Hood drew an arrow and aimed it at the Count's head as he leaned towards the arrow and muttered, "Is there a name on the gravestone? No. It's new, and clean, and waiting."
The Hood seemed conflicted. The Count seemed like a pathetic creature right now. Killing him and sparing him would both be a mercy. The Hood wasn't much of a movie guy but The Count currently reminded him of Gollum from 'The Lord of the Rings Trilogy' and it's prequel 'The Hobbit Trilogy.'
And he did what Bilbo had done in the first movie. He lowered his bow and said to Daredevil and Dig, "We're finished here."
The three walked off, leaving the deranged man in his misery.
Back at Verdant, Oliver walked in just as Tommy was leaving.
"Hey", Oliver asked, trying to be light, "How you doing?"
"In the black", Tommy growled and handed him the tablet, "Did Daredevil and The Hood get their man?"
"Well, we won't be having problems with Vertigo anymore", Oliver told him with a sigh, "Look, Tommy, I'm sorry-"
"I've caught up the bookkeeping and all my notes on the inventory are in there, along with a list of suppliers that we use", Tommy interrupted him.
"Okay", said Oliver in confusion, "I don't see why you're telling me that."
"This club is important to me", Tommy said as he faced Oliver, "But for you, it's just a front. You want me to keep your secret, help you be this thing you've become, but you refuse to see me for what I've become. I've just got a bit too much self-respect for that."
He then stormed off and said angrily, "I quit."
A saddened Oliver was now left alone.
John arrived in the lair Matt and Oliver were setting things up.
"Hey", the two said to him simultaneously.
"Hey", he replied.
"You had our backs", Matt said to him with a smile.
"You both needed me", Dig said to them sincerely, "Felicity told me where you both were headed."
"You okay?" Oliver asked him, referring to the orderly, "I'm the killer, remember?"
"I've killed before, Oliver", John said to him, "It's just been a while. But if you're the killer, why isn't the Count down too? I'm sure it must have been tempting to take him off the board for good."
"People change", Oliver told Dig.
"People like the Count?" Dig asked in confusion.
"I think you got him wrong", Matt said to Diggle.
"I meant me", Oliver clarified, "Not so long ago, I would have put down that guy for good, but looking at him today, all vacant….. there didn't seem to be a point. But not everybody deserves mercy."
Oliver then pulled up an image of Floyd Lawton on the computer, "For example."
Dig moved closer to look at the picture and said to Matt and Oliver, "I thought he wasn't a priority to the two of you."
"He's a priority to you", Matt told him.
"You two have unfinished business", Oliver said.
Dig stared at the screen and asked in a thankful tone, "Where do we start?"
"I'd prefer we skip the I-told-you-so's", Tommy said, "But the nightclub wasn't really working out. I need something boring, more stable. Nine-to-five, go home sort of thing."
"I guess what I'm saying is", Tommy sighed as Malcolm turned in his chair to face him, "I want a job."
Malcolm rose up, a small smile on his lips. He pulled Tommy into a hard hug, true happiness on his face while Tommy also smiled, feeling close to his father for the first time in a long time.
Some might be disappointed that Tommy still left Oliver and went to work with Malcolm but I could not change it and I don't really think Matt's presence would change that.
Next chapter will be more interesting.
Please review. I always appreciate your feedback.