After delivering Leon to the police station, Russell headed straight for the chief's office. Quite a few colleagues came up to greet him along the way, asking for photos and several autographs.
He was now the hottest cop in all of New York, drawing more attention than that family's ass.
He had not come to see the chief about the Stanfield investigation's progress, but about Leon's life. Russell hoped that before Leon's superior was caught, Leon would not die in solitary confinement for one reason or another.
"I understand. I'll have the hitman brought to my office right away, but you need to be quick. I don't want to spend the night at the station."
The chief had worked with Russell many times and they had long developed an understanding. Russell gave him one look, and he understood everything.
He really understood, not understood understood!
"What's so bad about spending the night at the station? You can earn some overtime pay, and besides, you'll just be sitting in your office. It's not like you have to go out on patrol."
"No. Tonight, I planned to rewatch Friends at home. Just three more times, and I'll reach a nice round fifty."
"There's 2 Broke Girls in the precinct. The first season just started, and it's live."
Russell made a sarcastic remark, waved goodbye to the chief, and drove toward the address where Leon's agent was located.
After a busy day, evening had arrived. Russell drove through streets gradually coming alive with neon lights and nightlife, arriving at an unremarkable restaurant two hours later.
It was a terrible restaurant, with an environment even worse than the one where Max and Caroline worked. Understandable—the restaurant was only a cover. Their business was not legitimate.
Leon's agent was named Tony, and he was also