He leaned forward, trying to size Leo up.
"Talk is cheap, Leo. But in business, you need chips to play." Morganfield's gaze sharpened. "What are you holding? What can you give me?"
"I can give you everything."
Leo spread his hands, as if the whole of Pittsburgh lay in his palm.
"The rules, the land, the concessions... even the city's very right to breathe for the next fifty years. If the price is right, I'll tear the bronze doors off City Hall and sell them to you."
Leo stared directly into the oligarch's eyes, not giving an inch.
"The question isn't what I can give you, Douglas. Since I'm putting the entire city on the table, the real question is—what are you prepared to pay?"
"I want your backing in Harrisburg. I want you to back five hundred million US Dollars in bonds. I want all your resources on the side of the Democratic Party, on the side of Murphy."
"On... my side."
