The man was a waste, despite the pummeling Leon provided, he didn’t drop even a smidge of information. Leon stopped his actions, holding the now limp man by the collar of his shirt. His brows furrowed as he realized someone was nearby – he’d been doing this long enough to notice even the quietest noises while working. Dropping the man’s body to the ground, he walked over, peeking behind the dumpster in the alley. “Looks like we have a spying little mouse. Well, hello there, Sweetheart.”