Jared's words struck a chord with everyone, reminding them of the deep-seated issues yet to be resolved. "There's a long-buried thread behind all this," Naylor declared. "Godfather, you can count on me. I'll find the person responsible and make them pay dearly."
However, Reggie, turning his back to the group, kept his gaze fixed on a painting on the wall. After a moment, he waved it off, "Let it go, let it go. I've made too many enemies in the past. It could be someone from another gang, or perhaps a mole from The Obsidian Order back in the day. If we keep digging, who knows how many more will get involved. Let's just put this matter to rest."
Agnes was somewhat puzzled by this. It didn't seem like something Godfather would say. But, his point was valid. After all, it had been over twenty years. Even Kearney was a mystery to them; how could anyone else know more? Yet, something in Agnes's heart was still stirring, a clue just out of reach, almost tangible yet elusive.
They spent an hour in the study before Reggie finally decided. For now, Kearney would not be punished but confined to this island. This affair was deemed an internal matter for Albert's Arms. Reggie also resolved to personally reorganize Albert's Arms, rooting out Kearney's allies and those involved in past drug trafficking, forcing them to turn themselves in at the police station.
Of course, these plans were for later. Their immediate concern was treating Phenix's condition. Phenix, for reasons unknown, refused to leave the island, staying constantly by Kearney's side, ironically becoming Kearney's last line of defense. The situation was both tragic and ironic, but they were out of options.
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