Picked up the daily
copy of the Philadelphia Inquirer a legend in its own time having been around
since the 1800's and starts scanning the headlines to see anything of note. A
frown formed on my face as I read a headline. A Philadelphia man was convicted
of the kidnapping and death of an infant boy belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Gavi. I
tossed the paper onto the credenza and walked down stairs and found a couple of
the boys lounging around.

 Hey who wants to go
for a ride? I promise you will get to see some action. Vito pull the car around
will you and you 2 go get the guns and a couple of bats.

The Gavi's where not
linked with our world but they had this restaurant with the best Italian food I
had ever tasted. They always showed us respect and took great care when we came
by their place.  I was going to see to it
that the jerk who was responsible for taking their kid from them would pay. After
we arrived down at the jail I walked up to one of our contacts.

Hey Vin c'mere a second... yea that guy from the papers this
morning we want him......Yes that's fine here just make sure nobody bothers us.

The three of us enter
the prison through the guards entrance dressed as guards and go down to the holding
room for new prisoners.

Hey you come on with us your cell is ready.

We walked him out of
the holding area and right out of the prison once he realized what was going on
he started protesting but it was too late. I couldn't wait to see tomorrow's Philly
Inquirer .