Frank didn't speak, just gave Reynolds a heavy nod.
Reynolds withdrew his gaze and fixed it back on Leo.
"Mayor."
Reynolds's voice was low, as if dredged from the depths of his chest, thick with a suffocating tension.
"This is a huge gamble."
"We're betting our lives and livelihoods on that so-called revival plan, on your word alone."
He took a step forward, until he was less than two feet from Leo.
"Can we trust you?"
It was a devastatingly simple question.
But it was also the heaviest question in the world.
It wasn't asking about policy or budgets, but about one person's commitment to another.
Leo didn't shy away from that searing gaze.
He didn't even blink.
"You don't have to trust the Mayor. You don't have to trust politicians."
Leo's voice was incredibly clear in the cold wind.
"But you can trust Leo Wallace."
"Because I'm standing right here on the cliff's edge, with you."
Leo reached out and pointed to his own chest.
"If I lie to you, if I back down."
