The ticking of the pendulum clock seemed to magnify the silence in the office.
Leo sat in his chair, a whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.
'Something's not right.'
Leo suddenly broke the mental silence.
"Mr. President, the logic doesn't add up."
Roosevelt's voice was quick to respond.
"How so?"
Leo stood up and walked to the window.
Outside, Pittsburgh was shrouded in the deepest darkness before dawn, with only a few scattered streetlights flickering against the gloom.
"If the Democratic National Committee really wants to destroy Murphy and destroy me, aren't they afraid I'll flip the table?" Leo stared at his reflection in the glass. "I've told the White House before: if they push me too far, I'll take Pittsburgh's votes and jump ship to the Republican Party."
"That would be a devastating blow to the Democratic Party. They should be afraid of that leverage."
