Wrestling the Kraken

Patrick Detti

Patrick Detti

Case No. : 00000310750

Date : March 23, 1963

Location: City of Fall River

Status : Cold Case / Missing Persons

The alley is my least favorite place for a meet, but if that's where my contact wants to meet, that's where I had to meet. Entitled prick. In my world, people come to me. That's just how it is. I know everyone says it's because of who my old man is, but that should be cleared up tonight. I'm the one who got Vito to come out of his corner and meet me. He'll be here in my town soon. Once everyone hears that, they'll shut their traps and realize I'm my own man.

Now Vito isn't some small chump. I'll admit he's not someone you want to mess with. That's what makes tonight so wild. Him, the big guy, coming to see me, because I told him to. I amaze myself sometimes.

There's footsteps on the gravel behind me. Turning around, I couldn't exactly make out the figure coming toward me. My breath was the only bit I could see clearly. I shuffled in place, trying to keep warm, until the figure reached me. He stopped just shy of the dumpster, craning his neck to see if I was who I was supposed to be. I gave him a nod and he inched closer, looking behind him.

"You got my money." The man said.

"Yeah, I got it." I answered, extending out my hand.

He shook my hand and grabbed the money, leaving behind a small bag in the palm of my hand. Then he took off without another word. I looked down at my hand and emptied out the contents into my palm. Counting the pills, I was a bit annoyed that so little could cost so much. I tossed them back in my mouth. Just a little something to get me through this meet with Vito.

Leaning up against the wall, I slid to the ground and sat down. Give it a few minutes to kick in. Footsteps echoed again. I peered over the dumpster. Just a small young thing. I have a few minutes.

"What do we have here?" I said, getting up. "It's okay. I won't hurt you."