The Landlord trembled, holding the phone in his greasy hand, not daring to look away from the man covered in blood who was writhing on the floor with his arm in an impossible position, and the other Guard who was faintly coughing at the bottom of the stairs, his chest visibly sunken. He didn't know if they were alive or dead.
"Call," Ethan demanded, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. "And after you call your lawyer, call the other thugs. Tell them to get into my apartment NOW and put my things back, piece by piece. And to do it with extreme care."
The Landlord obeyed. He dialed first, his voice shaking as he urgently explained to his lawyer that he was selling the property immediately, at whatever price "Mr. Blake" dictated.
Then, he called his foreman, the one leading the other men emptying other apartments on the lower floors.
