Marco came home to find that one person he wanted to see, wasn't there. In fact, she hadn't been there all day. "Where the fuck is she?" He asked Philly, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis.

"How the fuck should I know? She went out this morning, said she'd be home before you." Philly stuttered.

"Well, doesn't look like it went that way, does it? She didn't say where she was going?"

"No, if she did, I would have probably mentioned it."

"You're a worthless piece of shit, you know that?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and drew heavily from his cigarette. The nicotine did little to quell his anxiety at this point. "I've gotta go find her."

"Boss, we don't have time. I have to go get Maurice." Jimmy reminded him.

"Oh, fuck." Marco exclaimed.

"She's a big girl, she can hold her own. She's probably at the club or her uncles. I'm sure she'll be fine for a few more minutes." Jimmy assured his boss.

"God damn it! Let's get this shit over with. Go get him. We'll make it quick." Marco fumed.

Jimmy couldn't believe his luck. He was on his way to the Boroughs to get Maurice when he passed none other than Veronica, walking her way back to Marco's house. "Hey, Ronnie! Need a lift?" He asked, slowing down and driving beside her.

"You're kind of going in the opposite direction, Jimmy." She mocked.

"I have an errand, but I'm going back that way."

"What's he got you doing?"

"Not important. Get in the car."

"I'll just walk, Jimmy. He's probably already freaking out."

Just then, Jimmy jumped out of his vehicle and slammed the door, charging at her in a violent, neurotic, drug-induced state. He shoved her backwards by her shoulders, ramming her into the brick wall of the building she had been walking past at the time he had spotted her. "I know you know, bitch. Don't play these games with me. If you tell Marco, I will fucking kill you."

"What are you talking about, Jimmy? What did you take?"

"Stop it! You fucking know! You saw me go in the interrogation room! You fucking know!" He pounded his fist into the wall, mere inches from her face, until his knuckles bled, his other hand gripping at her neck, using enough pressure to make her see stars and start to gag loudly, clawing at his arm for him to release her. She started to panic, doing the only thing should could think of at the time, she kneed him effectively in the groin. He released her jugular, doubling over in pain and rolling on the sidewalk. "You fucking little bitch!" He shouted as she jumped over him daintily and ran in the opposite direction of Marco's house.

Jimmy absolved to pretend like nothing had happened. Veronica was probably half way to Manhattan by now. Serves her right, the stupid slut. Jimmy didn't care what she said, she knew what he had done that day in the interrogation room, how he sang like a canary.

He walked Maurice and his guys into Marco's house. "Hey, Marco! This is that guy Maurice I was telling you about."

The man tried to shake Marco's hand. "Hey, how ya doing? Nice to meet you."

Marco continued to stare blankly at the table, dangling his switch blade in front of his face.

"Sit down. Did you, uh, did you bring the stuff?" Jimmy asked, eagerly.

"Yeah, I got it. Got my money?" The man sat beside Marco, warily. Marco grabbed the bag of cash and counted out a stack, handing about half over. "What happened to him?" The guy pointed to Philly. They ignored the question. 'Maurice' handed the stack off to his friend who. "Who's your tester?" Jimmy raised his hand quickly. "How'd I know?" He pulled out a package and threw it before him. "Tell me what ya think."

Jimmy tried to stand, but Marco shouted. "What are you doing? Sit down." He wielded his knife in a threatening manner. "Sniff it."

One of Maurice's friend's cut the package open. Jimmy didn't waste time, holding one nostril and snorting some of the powder.

"That's some really good stuff. That's the best stuff in Brooklyn. I guarantee it." Maurice said. "Yeah, it's good right?" he asked Jimmy. "You can step on that thing ten times it'll still take you out to deep space."

"Deep space." Jimmy chuckled.

"Goes a long way."

"So, we done here?" Marco asked nervously. He jumped up from the table, eager to go find Veronica.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're done. I'll be back in two weeks with the rest of the wake, all right? You boys have a good afternoon. And as for you, Jimmy, take it easy."

"Stow it." Marco told Philly.

"Come one, get the fuck up and help me." Philly muttered, painfully getting out of the chair. "Put the money under the sink, there's a lose floorboard under the litter box." Jimmy followed instruction. "Come on, let's go. There we go. Shut the fucking thing." Philly urged. "Now go help Marco."

Veronica realized how stupid she was. Once Marco Vendetti had been arrested, she should have severed all ties with him. She shouldn't have taken his money, she shouldn't have been tempted to see him, she shouldn't have come to Brooklyn in the first place.

"What the fuck happened?" Nino asked her as she drug herself into his apartment. "Did Marco do this?"

"No!" She snapped protectively. "It was that rat, Jimmy. I don't wanna stay here anymore. Can you take me home?"

"I didn't even know you were here, Ronnie."

"I didn't want you to." She whispered. "I'm so ashamed. I shouldn't have come back."

He uncle embraced her trembling form, trying his best to comfort his young niece. "Ah, young love." He said, reminiscing. "I'll take you home, if that's what you want, bambini."

"Thank you." She whimpered through the impending tears.

"You seem to care a lot for one another, but this gang war, it's got Marco's whole heart right now."

"Yeah, and it's gonna get everyone killed." She whispered.