Del Mar was a nice place to live. The gated community where Vinnie Sinistra lived was even nicer, though the constant FBI presence may have been a factor.
Vinnie had been entered into the witness protection program after he had been caught smuggling tons of cocaine into the country. In exchange for ratting out his friends, he would be able to live a free man with his family. However, Vinnie knew that people would be after him. People would be after him for the rest of his life.
He had been given the name 'James' and moved to Del Mar soon after entering the witness protection program. His new life bored him to death. There was no excitement in the suburbs. Everything was boring, artificial. Everyone who lived there had been checked, to make sure there were no problems.
All of his neighbors were rich,white and pre-occupied with suburban life. No-one left the neighborhood to work. In fact, the only person who appeared to work was his neighbor who lived across the street. She was a vet, and often cared for Vinnie's guard dog.
Vinnie had a family too, who drained all of his excitement and energy away. His wife often flirted with the staff, his teenage daughter often flirted with the guards and his youngest child often sat in his crib crying.
In fact, it was his youngest child's birthday next Sunday. May 23rd. Caterers, clowns and pool cleaners had been called in to begin preparations.
But on this day, May 16th, something felt... off. Strange. But Vinnie was sure that nothing would happen.