Monty stood on the pavement staring up at the green hand made sign hanging above the door of the shop he stood before.He had been coming here for years but he still felt the same twinge of excitement every time he came to buy a suit,as he had the first time his father had brought him here.Christ!! he'd been what? fourteen?? how the times had changed.Yet he was still here,the home town hero in all his glory.And as home town hero he had to look his best for tomorrow.

As Monty entered the shop he reflected on the events that brought him here.A fifteen year un-blemished record.A solid reputation as one of the few New Orleans FBN officers not in the pocket of the cities mafioso.No small feat considering he had grew up among many of them,and counted a few of the few prominent members as personal friends.These friends had relocated somewhere recently,but it had not been his doing.He had tipped no-body off on what he'd found,the D.A and Commisioner aside.The information he had uncovered would garner massive press attention and he wanted to create the right impression,this could be a springboard to a real career.He expected some very high ranking and prestigious jobs to open up over the next two weeks.So hence his visit to Guiseppes.The man was a legendary taylor,his off the rack suits felt made to measure and didnt decimate his wage packet either.

It helped that Monty had a rapport with the old man who regularly discounted him and always treated him like visiting royalty.Guiseppe was old school like that.So Monty felt more than a little sad when he walked in and the old man wasn't there.In his place was a youngster,no older than twenty who was quietly inspecting the seam on an immaculate beige blazer.The youngster quiely welcomed Monty before returning his interest to the blazer.The youngster finally took an interest as Monty settled on a charcoal grey three piece and asked to try it on.

With the suit on,Monty admired himself in the mirror.He thought of how that smug look on Donahues face would be obliterated.He wondered what his ex-wifes reaction would be,seeing him on the news the toast of the town.His reverie was only broken by the assstant returning a tie in each hand.He pro-offered each one in turn,one a dark red the other a black.Monty decided on the black and turned back to the mirror to knot his tie and view the end result.

His eyes had barely settled on his reflection before he saw the movement behind him in it.By then it was too late.The tie he had declined had been looped over his neck and was now chokin the life from him.He tryed to manoeurve away but the assistant drove his knee into the small of his back,sending him headfirst into the mirror.Still Montys assailant's grip didnt loosen.Monty felt the blood dseeping from his head before he saw the black dots.Two minutes later he felt nor saw anything.The last thing he had heard was

"You make it to God,tell em Wade sent ya,Mr Donahue sends his regards ya stupid schmuck"

Some hours later Wade recounts the tale to a few confidantes in his local bar.Ordering a round he leaves the table as an old man enters,meeting the man at the door.Wade pulls out a large brown paper bag and passes it to the old man before hugging him close.This had been a big break for him and he had pulled off a master stroke.He would have been able to do it without Guiseppe.The Old man's shop had been the one place he would have been able to catch Monty unaware,and all it had took was the greasing of his palm and Guiseppe had happily let Wade kill a man he had known since infancy in his own shop.Wade guessed Guiseppe was just old school like that.