Gus and the Crime Family

On the trip back to his car and back to Philadelphia, Gus reviewed what he knew about the Capanos. There had to be a way to get to them. FBI guys inhabited all echelons of the family, but thus far none had turned up enough evidence to convict anyone important.

Someone had to be a snitch.

They must have crossed someone along the way. How would he find someone who would talk?

He settled deeper into the car seat, wishing he could stretch his long legs. Unfortunately, the agent who volunteered to drive him only had a compact car. He sighed.

What was he to do with Miriam? He wished he had been a fly on the wall during her conversation with his superior. Gus knew she would bolt eventually. She wouldn't stand being idle for long, not with the recent success of her business.

Another sigh. He didn't want to talk to anyone. In fact, he wanted to sleep for the next three days, but he needed to go to the office when he returned.