Michael
It had been a hell of a night, and it was still far from over. I should have been tucking my little girl into bed. Or enjoying a stiff drink and a hot shower, not necessarily in that order. But business was business, and while the mafia certainly had plenty of bankers on the payroll, we didn't keep their hours.
We had a couple of issues with a shipment of drugs and guns that had landed in the warehouse. Turns out the shipment was light in both respects, and I was sent in to take care of the problem.
Oh, I was going to take care of it alright.
We didn't catch the main guy, Tony Scarini. Not yet, anyway.
Emphasis on yet.