Connor sat on in couch in the living room drinking his third beer

Connor sat on in couch in the living room drinking his third beer. He had woken up that morning to an empty apartment. Now the sun was going down and there was still no sign of Murphy. His stomach growled and he realized that he hadn't eaten all day. He wondered if Murphy had eaten yet. He decided to order a meat lovers pizza, his brother's favorite. Thirty minutes late there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was the delivery guy he didn't bother to look through the peephole as he opened the door.

"What the hell did you do to him? He's not dead is he?"

Mrs. Houston looked at the limp body lying on the bed in her guest bedroom. "I just knocked him out. He mentioned II Duce as his father. I didn't know what to do so I clubbed him."

"Well, aren't you a sweet little grandma." Ted teased her. Though he was joking on the outside, he was contemplating the seriousness of the situation on the inside. They didn't know this guy, his background. But he knew two things for sure, he knew II Duce and someone was going to start looking for him real soon.

"Well just lock him up in the cellar for now. We can't let him go without finding what he knows about II Duce. Meanwhile, I'll work on him and make sure he talks."

"Do you think anyone knows he was comin' over here?"

"If so, we'll be finding out soon."

Murphy rolled over trying to find a position more comfortable and warm. His head was killing him but he didn't remember hitting it. Slowly the memories came back to him and he tried to get up and find his bearings. It was too dark to see anything but he felt around, breathing the damp, stale air. He couldn't finding anything to grasp onto and decided to wait for someone to come to him for answers. Suddenly a dim light floated into the room. He caught a glimpse of the room that was holding him captive. It was all concrete with a rickety staircase where the light was filtering through, probably a basement, and there was nothing else occupying the cell except a lone wooden chair in one of corners.

The man Murphy had met earlier walked down the stairs towards him. "Son, you came to the wrong place. Now if want to leave we're gonna have to get to know each other a little better. Now tell me how you know II Duce."

"Look, I wasn't lookin' for trouble I swear. I just wanted know more about my father."

"Don't give me that bullshit! II Duce didn't have any children."

Murphy was scared without his twin, he didn't want to fight he just wanted to get out of here. "Fine he wasn't my father just let me go."

"I think I'll keep you here a little longer until you're to tell me the truth."

"You can't keep me here, my brother will come looking for me and when he finds you you'll be sorry!"

"We'll see about that." Ted left Murphy to think over those words. When he walked into the kitchen he found Mrs. Houston sitting at the table with a wicked smile on her face. "Look at what I found," she said as she lifted Murphy's wallet in her hand. Ted smiled and flipped through it. He stopped when he found Murphy's address. "Excuse me, it's such a lovely night. I think I'm going to take a nice walk."