A cold summer night the sounds of car horns being pressed by angry motorists trying to get home to their family after a long day of work, mobsters roaming the streets of South Philly quite possibly looking to take advantage of vulnerable victims. Viscorio grew accustomed to the daily nightlife of Philly, from such a small age living with his father in Seattle the streets were always filled with mobsters trying to make a name for themselves whether it was robbing local businesses or fighting rival families, nothing a gun under your pillow won’t fix.

Delving in his black leather recliner drinking his favourite bottle of whiskey reminiscing what his life would be like without crime, Viscorio slowly drinks from his glass as he closes his eyes listening to the loud commotion right outside his building when the sound of 2 heavy knocks at his front door, suspicious as he doesn’t get visitors at this time of night Viscorio places his drink down on the coffee table in front of him then quietly gets off his seat and makes his way to the front door pulling out a gun from the brown desk drawer, Viscorio takes a look through the peephole and noticing two fairly large well-groomed men dressed in black Viscorio was going to dismiss them until he notices the badges strung around their neck on a grey chain. Viscorio letting out a quiet sigh he knew why they were at his door, tucking his gun in the back of pants concealed by the overlap of the untucked shirt he opened the door greeting the officers with a friendly smile.

“Good Evening Mr Corio, sorry to disturb you at such an inconvenient time my name is Detective Brian Delanco and this is my partner Detective Thomas Welsh we would like to speak with you may we come in?”

Viscorio trying to buy time “I’m sorry officers, but I believe I would not be able to answer your questions as of this moment, I have had a bit too much to drink” as he opens the door a little bit to allow the detectives to see the half empty bottle of whiskey and the glass on the coffee table.

The detective on the left who introduced himself as Mr Delanco glares at the bottle and lets off a small grin “That would be no problem, Mr Corio, what we can do is we can pop over again in the morning lets say eleven, or you can come to visit us at the station we have just have a few routine questions we would like to ask you”  

Definitely not wanting to be in a building full of officers no one guilty of a crime would even dare voluntarily step foot in such an establishment “Eleven sounds good, I will see you then” Viscorio plants a fake smile on his face as he quietly shuts the door, placing the gun back into the drawer Viscorio stumbles back to the recliner reaching for the drink once again Viscorio delves into the leather seat and in one mouthful the glass was empty “Fuck.”

Viscorio was woken up by loud knocks on his apartment door, quickly looking at the clock to the time 10:45 “Bastards their early” stumbling to the door patting body down trying to unwrinkle the creases in his shirt to look somewhat presentable for the detectives.  Peeking through the peephole to find the same detectives from last night Detective Delanco and his partner Detective Thomas Welsh standing outside in the same clothes did they even wash themselves? Opening the front door “Good morning detectives”

The detectives stand there for a second without talking and sizes Viscorio up noticing he was wearing the same clothes as their previous visit, same as the previous night Detective Delanco was the one to speak it was clear who was the one to take charge “Good morning Mr Corio, if you don’t mind may we come in and ask you a few questions?”

Viscorio steps aside and extends his arm with an open hand facing the living room “Come on in” As the Detectives walk-in scoping out the joint as they make their way to the living room, tempted to Spike their drink or poison them to remove the threat but that would bring more attention and suspicions to his doorstep “Would you like a drink a cup of tea or coffee?”

Both detectives sitting down on the black 3 piece lounge next to Viscorio’s favourite recliner, the lounge is only there for visitors as he only tends to sit in his recliner “We both will take  tea one with 2 sugars and the other with 1 sugar” Viscorio taking deep breathes trying to remain calm      and steady so the detectives don’t suspect a thing prepares making their cup of tea “You guys must know each other pretty well if you know there go to drink and how many sugars” Viscorio smirks as he continues.

Detective Welsh finally speaks “We have been partners for 15 going on 16 years we know some things” The slightest talk mentioning them as a team encouraged the quiet man to speak up. Placing 2 cups of tea on the coffee table next to the empty glass which previously had whiskey from the night before. As expected Detective Delanco kicked the conversation off “We just wanted to ask you a few questions about where you were last Friday day night let’s say between 8 and 11?”

Not ready yet to ask for a lawyer since its well known if you ask for one you got a guilty stamp right on your forehead, taking a few seconds to think about I am sure a few guys at the HQ would be able to cover for me “I believe I was at work finishing up on some paperwork I left about 1 the next morning, I am not exactly too sure who was there with me, I can guarantee maybe 2 people who witnessed me at that specified time frame.”

While Detective Delanco asks the questions Detective Welsh was taking notes and obviously creating a profile on me “ I will need to know the names of the witnesses” Staring into the detectives eyes Viscorio took a deep breathe as he knew the names that follow would cover for him but did not want to bring him into this shit “Joe Adonis and Charlie__Pavanno I will ask around to see if there were more, may I also ask why am I being questioned? I have done nothing wrong”

The Detective in charge firmly stating “We have witnesses claiming a man of your description was seen leaving a scene of a crime” Those words sent Viscorio’s head spinning That is impossible No one was around, I made sure of that... Something fishy is going on “Well you know what they say I have a familiar face is there any other questions you have for me?

The detectives look at each other and nod “No we don’t but if we have any more we will pop on by” Both Detectives stand up as Detective Welsh closes his notebook and Viscorio shows them the front door. “Have a good day detectives” Viscorio shuts the door as they leave.

Time for another drink.