Just hours ago Vinas had been walking down the street, minding his own business until he saw something out of the corner of his eye.  In the back alley of 7th street were two dark figures looming over a man, crying out in pain.  

Vinas, being well versed in the ideals of the local mafia kept his head down and picked up his step.  Moments later he heard the gunshot.  

It was not long before the sirens were within earshot.  Knowing the police would ruin his own business, Vinas disappeared into the darkness.

“It figures, these idiots would attract the cops on this night” 

Those Durdens could never do anything right.  How is it we are to get anything done on these streets without them ruining everything.  It seemed an easy solution in the end.  They all had to die.