"They think... with Charlie dead, we pose no threat to them anymore."
Sitting behind the desk, Councilman Williams said, holding a cigarette.
He knew why those people initially agreed to come to tonight's gathering, it was because everyone knew that Charlie had been caught.
Charlie had been doing the dirty work for the Bay Area for nearly forty years; he held too many secrets related to the Bay Area.
The old men in the Bay Area didn't make a move against him earlier purely because this old dog was too useful, and they couldn't find anyone to replace him for the time being.
Hunter might be a candidate, but Hunter wasn't as good as Charlie. When Charlie's interests were closely tied to theirs, they allowed Charlie to exist for so long.
He was even just a tiny step away from truly, as an individual, squeezing into their circle, even if only on the outermost fringe.
But just this tiny step short, he ultimately failed, and so he had to die.
