Somewhere in an undisclosed location, an older looking man dressed in a dirty looking Italian suit sits in the darkness, the only source of light came from a dim light bulb that flickered on and off every so often, Casting odd shadows on the man.His brown hair was slicked back in a classic Italian mob boss fashion. A lit cigarette hung between his ringed finger and lips as he took a slow deliberate drag of it. Like nothing in the world really mattered right now. He was alone here.Just him and the new found information he just acquired. Pieces of papers with odd scribbling were scattered before him, and with it, pictures of multiple people. A small family of four. Two boys, a girl, and an older woman. Each of them had names written above their heads.The woman was Deborah Rosa Hart, she had a small smile on her face, soft wrinkles craved her cheeks as she smiled. She had on a long floral dress that accentuated her lean figure despite her age. And her shor
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