Bab 417: 416. You are playing with fire_1

"Hello, Mr. Corleone,"

Detective Tryst adjusted the brim of his hat and swiftly scanned the room, no trace of Stone to be found.

"You should have knocked first."

Seeing this, Corleone remained calm, his hand moving from a cup to rest on a book, while the other quietly opened a drawer containing a handgun.

"Sorry, but since some of your men seem to lack manners, we took the liberty of teaching them some etiquette."

Tryst glanced at the bodyguard collapsed at his feet.

Although he looked quite impressive now, the sight of him scurrying for cover behind Shia, head ducked low from the rat-a-tat of the typewriter keys, was not something Tryst wanted anyone else to witness.

"Mr. Corleone, I'm not sure if there's a traitor within your family, but we were greeted with an attempted attack during our well-intended visit, which was truly terrifying."

Tryst walked further into the room, saying.

"I have no shortage of traitors around me,"

Corleone said with a smile.