do not even know how he came into his mind.
It was not the case with his wolf, he had other things to think about.
That guy, the coroner, had intrigued with his make airtight. That story of the violence around the city with a loud voice called Ink, was obvious.
But he also knew Jeff to start from scratch. There will be other colleagues have already been well addressed on the right track right, he thought Jeff, and cabbage that would share the information. For what? For a few paltry upright on the skirmishes Maranzano? It was no getting around it, had saddled a nice case of crap. Nobody cares and there was no real investigation in progress.
The abuse of another journalist of his head.
was inevitable, therefore, that the idea of \u200b\u200bjoining the hunt of the wolf draw him a lot. Despite the delay, Jeff could take advantage of the downtime of its official investigation to concentrate on its own research.
His boss would not take at all well. We wanted discretion.
After visiting the coroner, Jeff returned home to tidy up ideas.
His informants had died or disappeared from circulation. Concern.
was all people somehow entangled in the affairs of the Colonial. All small fish of course, but enough to be inserted to give blow interesting. Most likely Maranzano had triggered something. It was still too early to tell, but in all likelihood, were preparing to open confrontation.
And to think that they are paid to declare the contrary, thought Jeff.
whole thing smelled of farce. A farce to some whale comfortable, definitely. Other than small fish. Someone had urged the Times not because it spread the feeling of a growing clash between two Mafia families. Perhaps to maintain the natural order of things or, perhaps, not to worry too much and the institutions they are exploited to the maximum. All conjecture, nothing more. And, moreover, unnecessary conjectures: Jeff knew that in any case, should participate in the lie. Most likely it was not the only journalist in those conditions. The other newspapers were to have received the same pressures. Around New York, so there were a handful of scribblers impostors like him, with the task of appeasing public opinion in view of a mafia war.
not so sure if he imagined his profession, before you start.
After dinner, Jeff began to study the recent reports of note, kindly provided by Captain Loyd. His intention was to detect a common thread throughout the story.
He imagined the deaths of informants and people of Colonial as points on a grid and was hoping to find that line of truth congiungesse them all. However, the relationship did not speak of his informants, it was small complaints: racketeering, threats, and several robberies. There was little to connect, actually. Only one file managed to keep more alert than usual. A case of murder a bit 'special.
In the area of \u200b\u200bthe dock was found dead in the Seine, a professional killer hired by Colonial. They found it really badly tanned, his chest pierced in half. They had ripped my heart out. Judging from the scene of the crime, it seemed that Senna had been lurking for an attack. Beside him was a pair of binoculars and a rifle. When enough to draw conclusions. It was evident that his killer would send a message. Whether it was a new move of Maranzano? Some items that
delito also attributed to Wolf and Jeff wanted to convince himself that it was just so, to feel entitled to beat even that track.
closed the file and poured himself a glass of brandy. From the window of his house he saw a beautiful moon, full and bright, just above the rooftops.
I would try, he thought. Knew well that he could no longer pull back.
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