After finishing his meeting with Sterling and settling into his hotel, Leo called John Murphy.
Now that he was in Washington, there were certain procedures he had to follow.
He needed to see Sanders and Murphy. After all, he was still nominally a member of the Progressive camp, a rising political star personally endorsed by Sanders.
No matter how many deals he had made in private with the Demons of K Street, that powerful affiliation was still his best protection in a crisis.
The Old Ebbitt Grill, a steakhouse off Constitution Avenue in Washington D.C.
The place had dark wood-paneled walls, dim yellow lighting, and an aura of old-world power.
In a semi-private booth in the corner, Leo Wallace cut into the steak on his plate.
Across from him sat Daniel Sanders, the spiritual leader of America's Progressives, with only a simple salad before him.
