As the sun falls down, the moon takes its place. Red and blue were all over an old dirty alleyway. At the end of it, a man lay lifeless, full of bullets, flies all over him, blood all over the place, the mix smell of blood and the dead body covers all the surroundings. A perfect hit. Behind him, two cops held cups of coffee. One of them says:
"OH! The feds are going to be happy."
Tomorrow morning, John was at his office doing some paperwork. Without even knocking on the door, Jerry directly rushes to the office, fast-paced and with a red, sweaty face. He sits in the chair from the other side of John's desk and, with a loud voice and angry tone, says:
"HE TOOK MY MAN! MY FUCKING MAN!"
John lifts his right hand, pointing it to Jerry:
"Calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."
Working with John's advice, Jerry takes a very deep breath and starts to talk:
"As you ordered me to look into Posatto's murder, I ordered my man Sammy to look into it. Now guess what—he is gone. A perfect hit. No clues."
John looks at his face and eyes into Jerry's:
"You know what this means. He finally started moving."