Three hours later, Dante still sat, forgotten in the darkened waste-chute auditorium.
He had a lot to think about. He'd just seen Mo and Lethal beaten stupid by a girl.
Hell, Lee was dead.
That left him in command of the Devils.
That left him to deal with this Ashley. And, by his calculations, over thirty other individuals who would try to kill him for control of the district.
Dante knew that if he didn't handle The Ashley Problem and, at the same time, confront the other significant threats, he would be dead in less than forty-eight hours.
In the distance a couple janitors appeared.
The short weasel-faced one in glasses was Nelson, followed by a taller man. Dante didn't recognize him, tall with a full head of graying hair.
Dante had no way of knowing, but he was the same fellow Ash had seen in the hallway after she killed Donovan.