Rory went back to the basement, dug out his phone, wiped the dust off the screen, and called Wilson Fisk.
"Send some people over to take care of some bodies, and give the police department a heads-up while you're at it."
This was Hell's Kitchen. Shootouts might not happen every day, but they were close enough to it that nobody batted an eye. The police department was already in Wilson Fisk's pocket; never mind a delayed response, they wouldn't show up at all if told not to.
Chapter 31