Jethro Springer rolled his suitcase along the cobblestone street. It was not long since he had been in Philadelphia, abut this might be a longer stay than normal. The name of the woman he was given, well, she had pissed off quite a few people it would seem, and yet, alive was the order. That was the odd part here. Her bodyguards, and her little boy toy might be a different story though.

He pulled out his wallet as he entered into the hotel.

"Afternoon, I have a room under Smith, Michael Smith."

He handed over the business card as he normally did and there was a nod from the concierge. One perk to working for powerful men from across the world is that they had connections. So long as he kept doing his job and sending them buckets of blood, well, he would keep living the high life.

He made his way up to his room, and showered. He wouldn't worry much about following the woman, or what little detail she had. He had his weapons with him, and in a city like this, he could hide just about anywhere. In fact, there was a nice little spot he had picked out on the other side of a park in the Bella Vista area of town. She was known to frequent the area, and she had a number of guards to protect her so it wouldn't be easy, but it sure would be fun.

"I get to torture your men like little rodents before you're too terrified to do anything but surrender Miss AddieMoretti. You certainly crossed the wrong family to be wanted alive."

He put the photograph down on the bed, and then took out the other, much larger envelope from his bag. He slipped the broken wooden spoon and the dead olive branch into the oversized envelope and then dialed the front desk.

"I have something I need delivered please."

As he waited for the bellhop to arrive, he took the hotel pen and scribbled on the front of the envelope.

From Gio, with love.

"I sure do hope you're as smart as your are pretty Miss Moretti. Might be able to save some folks if you're smarter than this guy was."

The bellhop knocked on the door then, and Jethro eyed him through the peep hole. Envelope in one hand, he set the pistol against the back of the door, aiming in the direction of the boy. One could never be too careful. He took a breath, unlatched the door, and cracked it open to slip the envelope outside of his room.

"Take it to the front desk, I will instruct them as to where to deliver it from the phone."

The young boy looked annoyed, but he took the envelope all the same, and Jethro listened as the sound of footsteps receded down the hall. Locking the door fully again, he picked up the phone.

"I need you to deliver that to Miss Addie Moretti. You can find her working for a man with a name I'm not sure anyone can pronounce. I will accept it being given to a man named Charlie Bryant on her behalf. He can be found stalking and overseeing repairs of a house known as Hollowood."

With that he hung up the phone and prepared to clean his guns. Tomorrow he would get to work, tonight Jethro needed to pray, and to rest.