The phone call came in the middle of the afternoon, the sleek black phone in his office trilling. Few people knew that number, fewer people called on it, and Leo was not expecting anyone to call on it. On the second ring, he answered it with a polite, "Hello."
As much as he liked to pretend that he had no one to answer to, there were other families, other families that were just as old as his own that watched for things. Families were free to run themselves, until they called too much attention to their activities, like Leo had done with his little gang war a few months ago.
It was time for him to come to New York. They wanted to talk to him. He needed to leave his family behind in Las Vegas for this -- and that's when he knew that something was so very wrong.
He didn't even stop to think about the man in his head -- Ra's -- nor when that voice disappeared as he was flying out of Las Vegas. He'd never been one for goodbye's anyway.