"Hendrickson is turning his head on the issue because his job is being done for him. You grease their palms and there happy, but criminals start dying and they act like they don't notice. If it were civilians going missing the streets would be flooded with feds and search teams. The fact that members of organized crime are turning up missing, don't faze them one bit... were dollar signs to them and that's it, pure and simple. We die, its one less criminal they have to worry about."

I look down and think for a moment, trying to figure out why this came about so suddenly.

"I'm going to head out, but like Vito I will stay alert, Ms. Logan you need me... just put a call in to the tower."

Jack and Thomas pulled into the HQ and exited Jack's car. Thomas took a deep breath, seeing the amount of presence currently here. "Jackie, boyo. T'is nae good." Kate's bodyguard nodded in agreement and the two of them walked into the office to see Vito, Noto, Mick, Jennie, Kate, and a few other associates meandering about.

Jack moved to Kate's side, hushed, and Thomas spoke, "So wha's wit' tha gat'erin'? Yeh sounded fockin' off on tha phone when yeh called tha Tower, Kate..."

Kate simply directs Thomas to read the note on the table.

Kate makes sure to spread the note on the table clearly so that anyone coming in could see it. She basically had it memorized at this point, and it was important that everyone knew what they were up against.

Jennie put a hand over her mouth and tried not to gag. Once she got control over her stomach she pointed to the door and said, "No more dismembered body parts in this office, got it?" to the bodyguards and then shook her head as they left. "Honestly, why did they need to bring them here?" she asked, looking around the room. 

Thomas' eyes squinted at the note Kate had pointed to and he wandered over, Jack following him to look it over. He mumbled to himself as he read, "...bumblefockery...didn'ae yeh look...message...surprise me...eye...Weedo...overlook an...easier...disappointed...hunting...nae much time...savin' yeh fer last... Catch me if yeh can..." He blinked a few times, looked at Kate, and shook his head with a brow raised.

"Teh fock is that? Wha' a fockin' load o' shite. Who tha fock thinks t'ey..." He trailed off, pursing his lips together and shaking his head...

He turned to the door before swinging back around quickly, looking infuriated but keeping his cool. "Are we sure it was fockin' Weedo? Suppose it wasn'ae just some random fockin' wick?" He stared at Kate, Jack looking between the two. Anyone in between them, Thomas was staring straight through.

Lowering his voice, he pointed a finger at Kate, "Swar ta fockin' God, as me fockin' witness... Figure out who tha fock t'is is, an' I will make t'em regret tha day t'ey focked wit' t'is family."

Thomas stepped outside before anyone could talk to him and lit a cigarette.