"I don't want to assume, I want to know." Tony's tone is firm, before he relaxed a little at that, but tensed again. Unger? Unger? Maker's Tits, he brought bottles of wine for that guy. Joked about conquests out in the whorehouses. Shock flooded his face, before he took a step back and rubbed his face abruptly.

"... Roul did that?" Good kid, Roul. Probably torn up, taking a life. Tony swallowed, guilt kicking him in the gut, "... I should have been there, Addy. I should have been there to pull you out, pull all you out." He had enough clout. He could have shut this down with money and influence alone. Maker's be Damned.