Silvio Jnr looks over the body of his late father, his fists clenching as he thought of the people responsible, tears in his eyes. In two days he had lost his father and his friend Salvatore he was determined to find out why. 

The morgue was cold and he was not even supposed to be here. They had let him have access out of respect for the family that Silvio Snr had worked for, he walked over to the door and banged on it but not before drying his eyes with his sleeve.

“Im done let me out”

A Mortuary Assistant opens the door and comes in he walks over to the drawer and shuts slides Silvio Snr back and shuts the door he looks up at Silvio 

“I am sorry for……………

Silvio looks at him sternly

“Save! it you didn't kill him why be sorry it's just body to you”

He walks out the door and goes past the front desk and into the street he sucks in some fresh air and grits his teeth trying not to let his emotions get the better of him.

His suit was creased and dirty from days of him sitting in bars drinking his grief away, there was blood on his shirt and suit collar after he had overheard someone say his father had it coming he followed him to the bathroom and beat the guy before some guys dragged him off and pushed him out of the door saying he was lucky they knew who he was. 

The next few days were a blur of drinking, no eating and falling asleep in bars and alleys he had to pull himself together his grieving could wait, someone had to pay he just needed to find out who and why.

First of all he needed to get some fresh clothes and wash up and grab a bite to eat and stop Drinking.

After going home and getting a fresh suit and cleaning himself up he feels much better his mind is clearer and he is able to focus.

His first thought was Salvatores son Frank. He knew he was part of the same crew as Silvio but he was nowhere to be found after his fathers passing. He was probably doing the same as Silvio did, drowning his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle but he needed to find out what he knew.

Silvio knew he had a FBN agent in his pocket. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone, speak to the guy and get info on both. 

He knew where the bent FBN agent hung out at a bar where he pretended to be a big man, one where everyone was scared of him as they thought he was protected by both the mafia and the FBN. He was about to find out he was wrong about one.