Big Al had gotten the motherload. He'd gotten 15 kilos of cocaine from the Guatemalans. He was the drug kingpin of the Madison area. He was really good at what he did. However, being really good didn't mean that he didn't have problems.

Right now, the cops were getting nearer. He had to ditch the good or else he'd be spending a long time in the slammer. He and his crew found an abandoned. The sirens were getting nearer. "Come on Joe, get rid of the good or we're all going down together!" barked Big Al. His enforcer, Joe Frassier, went into the house, going through an open window. He went and found a cupboard. It had a special compartment in it too for holding and hiding items like wallets. This would be great. He and the crew put the goods into there. They were able to get away just as the cops showed up. The cops, not able to find anything, left after a few hours.

Big Al was just going to go near the house, when he noticed a moving van. A family had moved into the house, which, now to his irritation, he noticed what he hadn't before: a "Sold" label put over a "For Sale" label. He couldn't just burst in, or he'd get the attention of the police. He had to think this over. He decided to wait for a better time.