He wore gray sweatpants and a plain T-shirt. Without his tailored suits and overcoat, he looked less like the untouchable ruler of a criminal empire and more like an exhausted man who had forgotten how to rest.

“You should be asleep,” he said.

“So should you.”

“I wasn’t complaining.”

“Neither was I.”

Leo closed the folder in front of him. “Why are you awake?”