Caitlyn Rossi was used to people walking up to her while she was working, it was the hazard of a job that required you to be bent over or under a car all day.  Which is why she barely even looked up from the packard when she heard footsteps approaching.  She heard some of the other mechanics grabbing for tools a sure sign that who ever had come to see her was armed.  She waited a four count, working on the stubborn nut before she introduced herself.

Caitlyn Rossi, can I help you?  Her voice carried out from beneath the car she was working on.  

After another few moments of tense silence she slid out from under the car, getting up and wiping her hands off.  She spotted the young figure instantly, he was the only one not dressed in work clothes. 

I'd shake your hand but I might spoil your threads.  What can I do for you?

TM stands in front of the woman his hands clenched in fists as he listens to what she has to say. Reaching into his pocket he grabs a packet of cigarettes offering her oneng one himself he takes a long drag letting the smoke cascading out of his mouth he pauses before he speaks.

"I didn't know Richard had a son...your father home?"

Caitlyn laughs.  Mr Rossi will be back in oh, fifteen, twenty years.  It seems you aren't alone in that, No one seems to know I exist.  I was the only secret Richard Rossi ever kept to himself.

Caitlyn looks over the figure in front of her, who at the moment seems to believe the lie that she is Rossi's son instead of his illigitimate daughter.  Whatever my father could help you with, so can I and I have the added benefit of not being behind bars right now.

Old man Rossi's in jail he has helped me through alto of jams..whats he in for not murder 1?

This rather seemingly unfortunate event adds displeasure to TM's visit, looking at the woman who has convinced many otherwise, could he trust her? like he trusted her father. Looking at her curiously..his mind debating whether or not to let her in the caper.

TM stands by his car and waits only a few short moments after his father walked into the garage..bored he gets out lighting one of his dads cigarettes taking a deep long drag, letting the smoke ease out of his mouth. Feeling thirsty he walks into the garage deciding he would get a drink when he turns the corner he See's the most frightful sight. One bald man in a suit with the gun to the back of his head.His voice chokes enough to watch the trigger being pulled his fathers brains spraying over Caitlyn. TM stands there in shock as the bald man turns around smiling..the yellow grit in his teeth visible as he walks out into the daylight...TM reminds there frozen..the shock itself hindering the tears.

Caitlyn hadn't had enough time to react as the man she had thought was with TM-scarface brazenly walked in and gunned him down in cold blood.  The sound of someone trying to to choke caught her attention and she turned to see a figure that looked a lot like TM Scarface standing frozen where he was. 

She quickly called for her boys to help get Scarface out of there, to call for the priest and the family of Scarface. She turned to the son, still frozen in shock and helped him into the office.  She poured him a healthy shot of whiskey and gestured for him to knock it back.

The firey liquid seemed to have unfrozen him, and at last he relaxed into the chair she had pushed him into, sobs wracking his body as the greif of the previous moments washed over him.

TM sits in the office, his thoughts going over what just happened, grabbing the bottle he pours himself another shot and downs it, followed by another. The alcohol numbing his insides, making the pain duller and duller. What turned to be a routine car upgrade has turned into murder. Sitting there even with Caitlyn in the room he was alone, long before has his mother died. despite the tears only one thing on the young mans mind..

After a few moments of silence he looks up the tears burning in his cheeks as he feels his anger begin to boil. That was one thing every TM in the history of the bloodline share..there anger and temper..Mostly a liability but..if used right a gift. Looking at Caitlyn he just mutters four words.

Thanks...for the drink..

I'd like to say no problem, but that isn't the way I want to meet anyone.

Caitlyn pours herself a drink and sits down on the edge of the desk.

Is there anything I can do for you?  I know it won't bring him back, but it will give you something to do.  What did he need me for?

Caitlyn hoped it was something she could do, if only to get his mind off of what had happened, by now all evidence of the shooting was gone, and she was sure that there were those outside 'waiting' who were really there to make sure that both of the

TM sits there and thinks..his mind going over everything his father said on the way over, only blotches come to mind....aha!

My father needed a vehicle for..something he was doing a the airport..I think money was being flown in from a foreign country you know how it goes..whoever silenced him must have wanted the score for themselves..I don't know..this is just so confusing.

Caitlyn laughs.  Well, cars I know, cash I can make.  I am assuming you want something fast but not too showy, something that I can make harder to run down and harder to shoot.  I can do that.

Caitlyn starts flipping through her notes, she had passed lots of shot-up wrecks along the way, cars that would be good to salvage.  She could be heard muttering to herself about the condition of the cars and the specs. 

You work on getting the specifics of the deal going, and see if you can get someone like Il_postino to come in on this.  If possible see if you can find me someone who knows what the cops are driving.