I hover in the shadows outside the Del Sarto building.
I see Fiona drive up, park her car and turn off the engine. I can see her face through the windshield and the mix of concern and confusion in her features. When she opens her door, I quickly scuttle into view. She shows a mild expression of fear until she realizes that it’s me.
“Joey, why did you want me to meet you here? Honey, what’s going on?” she asks.
“Something bad is happening and we need to talk to your father about it. I need you to trust me and follow along,” I explain.
We slowly creep down the side of the building and toward the loading ramp. I’m half dragging Fiona by the hand, her apprehension causing her to hesitate unintentionally. We climb the ramp and I slowly push open the unlocked main door where I know Sal is waiting for the crew to come back with the money, or so he said.
“What the fuck are you doing here and why the fuck did you bring my daughter?” Sal demands.
I glare defiantly at Sal, angry that all of the misfortune in my life has been a direct result of his inability to handle rejection.
“Because it’s the only way I could guarantee you wouldn’t just kill me!” I fire back proudly.
For a moment Sal stares back at his daughter and I silently, at a loss for words. I decide to step in and fill the silence.
“I had to gamble that you love your daughter enough that you wouldn’t do something horrible in front of her, like murder me,” I say, still quite proud of myself.
As I stand triumphantly yelling at Sal, the big man and I stare at each other. As we stare at each other, each of us get angrier and angrier at the situation. I watch his face turn beet red. I lose myself in my surroundings and begin stepping forward with each spear of indignation I throw at him. I’ve soon moved forward enough that I’ve lost sight of Fiona, now standing behind me.
“It’s over and the truth is going to come to light! You framed my father! All because my mother rejected your fat ass!” I yell, full of fire and brimstone. “Now you’re going to give up and confess and get my father freed from jail!”
Something is wrong. Sal is not responding to my perceived victory the way I expected. And he starts grinning. Then I feel a sharp pain jabbing into the center of my back. My eyes grow wide with shock.
“AAH!” I scream in agony.
I hit the ground with a shiv in my back. On my side, I look up to see Fiona standing over me looking crazy. She looks at her father with a maniacal smile and then back down at me.
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