"You're not quite Mitchell," he said, his skepticism like a venom on his tongue. "You might call yourself that, but the two are not equitable."

Was this an addition to the sum of parts? Eddie knew Mitchell to be a fractured man; Mitchell has a past. Mitchell had secrets. But how deep did a fissure dive within the psyche of Mayor Mitchell Hundred? Edward chewed on his lower lip, considering the variables of recent events. He knew something was going on, that's why he wanted to leave City Hall. But it seemed that something had come to him.

After it came to Mitchell.

"I am not yours."

He lurched forward, fingers reached to yank away that mask.