Stavo
Stavo stepped out of Vito's restaurant. He expected to be carrying out a box full of evidence, but there was nothing but the usual kitchen inventory.
He did note, however, the perfect markings of clean squares, surrounded by dirt, indicating that something had once sat there for quite some time. He also took note that, with the delay in the raid, there was plenty of time to have said items removed. These were troubling notes, but nothing in them to suggest anything substantial that he could use.
Vito's pup, Vinny, didn't say a word either. He was just like his father. Stubborn. His chance to interrogate Vito would come later this afternoon. Though since Vito was away, he wouldn't know about the raid or that they hadn't found anything, for that matter. It just might help give him some leverage. Family was everything to Vito and he might start talking, if he thought his son was in trouble.
Stavo paused before the unmarked van. A familiar face appeared. Across the street Bridgett and Dante were together, talking, passing by the pub. She just keeps popping up, he thought, remembering Mahone's words from the steak out.
Looking back at the restaurant, he knew that the other agents had this area covered. Making the decision, he ran across the street. A horn blasted and Stavo pounded the hood of a taxi, then kept moving. They were up ahead. He stayed a ways back, giving them plenty of room.
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Wrestling the Kraken
Mystery / ThrillerOne evening in 1963 entangles the lives of a certain group of strangers. Eight years later, the circus is in town, but everywhere they've been...death followed. Will the city of Fox Hollow be its last stop? As the serial killer prepares the plan, so...
