New York/California
New York
Now sitting in her living room, Felicia stared at the news anchor as he reported on an incident that occurred on Long Island. Showing no remorse for the men she had sent to their deaths, she smiled when she heard that two people were shot by a sniper. And though it had not been confirmed, it was believed that the two were husband and wife.
A few minutes later she was joined by Leo and one of his sons. "We just got a call from him. He confirmed making the hit," Leo said. She didn't need to know who it was that had called. She knew; they all knew.
Felicia was especially pleased this day because, just twenty minutes earlier, one of her contacts was kind enough to give her a bit of news that made her day. She turned to Leo with a big grin on her face, "Did you know that his real name is Theo Gresco?"
"What? You know his real name?" Leo asked, astonished by her remark.
"Wait. Wait it gets better. He has a son, and his name is Tyler Santiago," she added.
Leo stared at her in disbelief. It was Leo's son who inquired further, "But... But wasn't Tyler Santiago the detective who was guarding the judge?"
Felicia turned to him, smiled and nodded in confirmation. Leo turned to his son and gave him a look, as if to tell him to keep his mouth shut.
"Drop everything and put out the word. We must find Tyler Santiago. I don't want any harm to come to him. I want him alive. Do you understand that?" she told Leo, emphasizing each word.
"Yes, of course I understand," he responded as he and his son left the room.
She stared after them as her smile faded and her eyes turned cold. "You stupid ass. Who else have you told our business to?" she thought to herself.
***
Daly City, California
With the lights off, Nick stared out the corner of a window at a police cruiser as it slowed down, passing by the front of the house they now occupied. Nick had noticed the police cruising the neighborhood from the very first night they arrived, but thought nothing of it until he saw the pattern of a slowdown emerge. At first he said nothing to Tyler, but when the incident was repeated the second night, he decided he had better let Tyler know what he suspected. On the third night they turned off all the lights, waited and watched. Like clockwork they spotted a police cruiser coming around the corner, and this time it stopped in front of their house for almost an entire minute before moving on.
"So either we are being watched, or they are waiting for Theo to come back," Nick said.
"Yeah, but which is it? Maybe it's a combination of both," Tyler responded.
The next morning, Nick knew for sure something was wrong when he caught the woman next door by surprise as she stepped out to get the morning paper. Without missing a beat the woman picked up the paper and rushed back in without so much as a hello. Nick quickly went inside and relayed the incident to Tyler.
"She acted as if she knew who I was. My gut feeling tells me we better get the fuck out of here," Nick told Tyler.
Without thinking twice Tyler agreed. They quickly got all their belongings together, emptied the safe, leaving nothing of value behind. They threw everything into the trunk of the car and took off. Fifteen minutes later the house was crawling with police and FBI agents; fifteen minutes too late.