ood luck charm. I was more

rpest political tool. I' d listen to the whispers on the wind, the pat

once about a potential donor. "

ater. Two months after that, th

bought him new suits, paid for his first ads, and rented a small, respectable o

kind to him, at first. He' d bring Leo small toys and sit with him, even

ndbites that resonated with voters. He rehabilitated his image, going from a disgraced addict to a chari

ng the final, critical

past. He found me. He found out about my "primitive" bayou background, my fa

have dest

Julian' s security team showed up. They wer

them said, his eyes cold and empty. He was holdin

sabled brother was my accomplice. It was a public diversion, a

us. He sacrificed

in the shadows of an awning. He was watching. He didn't move. He j