Fandom: Welcome to the Punch
It had been six long months of dancing to the tune of investigators and prosecutors. Max was exhausted, but at least he was on paid leave and they were finally willing to leave him alone for a while. He slipped into the dark booth in the loud club and knocked back a drink.
"It's done," he said and finally turned to look at the man beside him.
Sternwood barely glanced at him; it was all the communication they needed.
"I have a hotel room," Sternwood said after minutes of nothing.
Once Max would have laughed, but now he said: "Fine."