Bishop |18+|

Ch.22

Alia

"What in god's name is a pizzino?" Kiki asked, giving me a frown of confusion. If it weren't for the stupid crime documentaries that I've been watching the past couple of days, then this probably wouldn't have even be considered.

"It's like a small piece of paper, mainly used for like.." I paused. ".. communications within Cosa Nostra."

"Fuck off." Kiki furrowed her brows, seemingly in shock. She wasn't the only one here too, I was just as taken aback as she was. This practically proves that the Jason Miller case was all the Sicilian Mafia's doing. The way my fucking heart rate spiked.

"It's true." I muttered. "They're ciphers, originally having shapes and symbols to suit every letter of the Italian alphabet—but.. I don't think I've ever seen one with numbers."

"Well I'm sure this'll keep you busy in the meantime then" Kiki sighed and patted my thigh "I've found something else too."

"And what is that?"
"I've managed to track down an ex mafioso that might help with the investigation."

This for sure definitely got my attention and I was quick to sit up, my attention solely on Kiki. Ex Mafioso? I don't know where the fuck my brain has been the past few weeks but for some reason, the mention of potentially MEETING an ex mafioso made me realise the severity of my investigation. The danger to it.

This really is real life.

"How..?" I shook my head slightly in pure disbelief, my brain just unable to comprehend the shit she just told me. Kiki took my hand and gently caressed it, making sure to massage my knuckles in the meantime.

"I know this came out of no where but I got the tip from someone in my criminal law class."
"You have a lot of friends." I muttered lowly, a bit surprised to see Kiki giggling at my words.

"We're all just secretly nerdy girls who love a little true crime every once in a while." She joked and pulled out her phone yet again, skimming through what seemed to be messages from a number.

"His name is Alonzo De Luca. 48 year old male who seemed to have been caught at the scene of a planned robbery.." Kiki read out, closely skimming over the messages. "He has confirmed he works for Cosa Nostra, however oddly enough he hasn't spoken out about them—"

"Omertà." I spoke out, glancing down at the phone.
"He was probably sworn to silence."

"My, my.. someone's done their research." The girl raised a brow and looked me up and down before stuffing her phone in her pocket.

"Shuttup." I chuckled and shook my head. "So how are we going to get an interview with him?"

"Well he's a convicted criminal. He's currently sitting in the East-Shore Prison of New Haven. It should be simple to get in since he wasn't charged for any murder crimes." Kiki kissed her teeth and stared out the window of her car. "But I don't know about the process to actually get in the fucking thing."

Kiki did have a good point. Sure, I was probably allowed to interview him for an article but... did I have the clearance to go meet him? Grace for sure wouldn't give me permission, especially when she's the one who took it upon herself to review criminal articles. Plus she's just a bitch overall, why would I ask her? Who can I go to...