Part 1 of 2

Detroit Police Department, 6:04pm

1 week before present day

I sat in the interrogation room for almost an hour, I had an idea on what this was about... but I was not entirely sure. As I was about to fall asleep I hear the door open, two officers enter the room, one a rookie... the other was Detective Hendrickson, he was well known by the Detroit underworld...unfortunately everyone was wiped out about a day before they picked me up. Before the two officers sit I make sure to greet them both with a smirk before responding "rookie! Why don't you go get me and Hendrickson a coffee!"

As the rookie officer was about to say something, Hendrickson chimed in and said "Actually kid... not a bad idea!" He looks at the Detective with a confused look as Hendrickson assures him everything is ok. After the officer leaves the room, Hendrickson takes a seat across from me and tells me I'm in a lot of trouble.

"No I'm not Hendrickson! Cut the bullshit...im sure if Kate Logan was still alive you would be singing a different tune... wouldn't you?."

He looks at me confused as he asks "Who are you?... you knew Kate?."

I smirk before placing both hands on the table, filling the detective in with a little story. "I was born in Brooklyn, just me and my father. He was a... heavy drinker to say the least, I caught more beatings then you could ever imagine... sometimes for no reason. The belt was his favorite way to make a point... this lasted for years! Until one day I just had enough! I was 16, was one of the worst beatings I ever received. That night he left his belt where I could find it... what a mistake that was! He was sleeping when I went into his room, I used the buckle on the belt. Can you imagine years of frustration coming out at once?. See Hendrickson we all reach our boiling point where we say enough is enough... no matter what reason it is... for you it was more about money, otherwise you wouldn't have let Kate put you on payroll!."

By this point Hendrickson was staring at me in shock.

"To answer your question... do I know Kate?... no not personally. See after the incident with my father I fled to Detroit where I met a guy name John Noto. Met him about a month after my arrival, learned a lot about him. Eventually I became his go to guy...I would be lying if I told you some of the bodies floating in the Detroit river was not from me." I chuckle slightly. "You never knew me, but I knew you... John kept some important files at the hotel, unfortunately for you I have them. Everyone you dealt with was more dangerous then you ever could imagine. Kate Logan, Billie Faegan, Thomas OShannon, Vito Scaletta, Jennie and a lot more! So here's the deal...I go down you go down, bottom line! Or you can do the smart thing... let me go and you won't have to retire! Always remember... paragons may be gone, but that don't mean your in the clear... they build an empire more powerful then anyone imagined, especially you!. Make your choice!"

Hendrickson shuffled with some paperwork on the table, he was cornered and he knew it. I sat back and waited, watched as he thought of something. Finally he speaks up "Ok! Looks like you gave us some locations on some bodies... gave a lot of families some closure, were going to let you walk."

He then unlocks my cuffs, I make my way for the door. Just before I exit the room I turn to him "Hmm, I know how you heard about me... Phillips!" I chuckle once again. "Nice to meet you Detective."

At this point I planned on leaving Detroit, I just had to deal with a few things first. After that it was off to Vegas to meet with a contact of mine.

Part 2

Detroit, 10:27pm...Commerce Street

2 days after the police station

It was time to leave Detroit. There was simply nothing left for me here, paragons were gone and the police were sure as fuck not going to cooperate anymore. After the brief meeting with Hendrickson I went home and began to pack, I packed slow for days... planning, waiting for a good time to strike! Tie up the only loose ends that were left.

The next morning...

Wasting little time I went to Paragon Tower, place was nearly empty. It was a tough site to see but I couldn't let it slow me down. I went into Noto's old office and got his stash from a hidden safe that he had behind his desk in the wall. Inside was 8 million cash and a colt 1911. After stuffing the cash in a bag along with some other important documents I left the tower and went about my day. Had two stops to make before the airport... Hendrickson and Phillips.

Present day, Las Vegas

Here I sat... nice restaurant on the strip. Nothing but fresh air and a newspaper, I had just met my contact AlexanderHamilton who had some interesting ideas on future plans which I agreed upon. While enjoying my lunch I read a very interesting article.

Two more bodies found in Detroit!

The Detroit Police has identified two bodies yesterday morning, Detective David Hendrickson (58 years old) and Steven Phillips (34 years old). Hendrickson was found 2 blocks from the Police station in his driveway. He was shot 4 times through the drivers window. Steven Phillips was found floating in the Detroit river. There were welts and bruises but it is unclear what was used at this time. So far no witnesses have come forward.

I set the paper down and grin, while saying softly under my breath "And they never will!".

I sat there in silence and ate. There was nothing left of Detroit, just a shell... it was difficult to believe, but it was just the way it was. It was now time for a new beginning in sin city.