"Was the parting statement necessary? The threat, I mean…" Ewan asked, a thin smile dancing on his lips, while looking at Sandro who was seated opposite him and drinking a glass of champagne.
Sandro shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of the champagne. "He never needs to have a nice relaxing moment all the days of his life. He should spend his remaining days looking over his back. He deserves that much for his role in this mess we are stewing in today, since no one wants to put him behind bars. Or better, in the black cells."
Ewan chuckled, shaking his head, and looked out the window as the private jet prepared for take-off.
During the drive from the restaurant to this location, he had allowed a cocoon of comfortable silence to envelope him and Sandro, because he needed to think; to ruminate on the fruits that his journey to see Zack had yielded.
Not many fruits though, if he was to say, but the few had been worth it.
