"Mr. Allen has failed to keep the child hidden. He has failed me, dispose of him by whatever means then bring the child to me. As for the boy, ruin him. I don't want this whole ordeal to break apart more than it already has. The sooner he and the rest of his kind are extinct. The sooner I will be at peace. His father almost ruined me and I will not stand for any sort of resistance. His father, Anthony Conlon had become so well known, he almost took my position from me. We disposed of him and his pathetic family with the fire, but now we must return to finish the job. If young Conlon were to rescue his brother, he would expose us and my entire company could be ruined. Don't fail me."

"Yes Mr. Hearst."

Later

William Allen arrived home late, business had held him up more than usual. He approached the steps to his home wearily and was reaching for the door when a voice called from behind, "Mistah Allen, I gots a message fo ya from Mistah Hoist. Says you messed up somethin' awful."

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Mr. Allen asked sternly.

"It's about the Conlon baby and his bruddah. Tommy Conlon was 'ere at you'se house today and you was too blind to realize it was 'im! You'se endangering Mistah Hoist's plans, you'se a loose end, Bill. I'se da one dat ties up loose ends." The figure yanked a revolver from his waistcoat.

"What are you doing? I had no idea it was him! Please – no!" Three shots rang out into the night air as the figure sprinted off down the street. Mrs. Allen emerged from the house and screamed. A policeman who was in the area and had heard the shots came running to Mr. Allen's side.

"Take the boy. Take Samuel – and keep him – safe. Get – out of – New York." His hand grazed her cheek, "I love you my – dear." Suddenly his hand dropped and Mrs. Allen broke into tears and wails. William Allen died an innocent man, never knowing the full extent of Mr. Hearst's scheme.

Spot did not hear of the news til late the next evening when he stopped by the Allen's to pay his respects to the kindness that had been shown to him just days earlier. He comforted Mrs. Allen and even helped her prepare to leave. She would take Sam with her to Albany, though she had not yet discovered Spot's true identity, she entrusted her location to him, due to his attachment to the baby, and only a handful of close friends. She had no real understanding of her husband's role or the child's role in the situation. She only knew that her husband had always told her to protect the baby as if it were her own.

Spot was heartbroken with having to depart from his brother who he had only seen for the first time just two days earlier. As hard as it was to watch his brother leave, Spot knew he would see him again. Right now, he had much work to do. The more he thought about things, the more he began to draw conclusions. Death had found its way into Spot's life multiple times now and he wanted to understand why. First his family was murdered, then Tails was stabbed in the back, then Cobra died unwilling to give up the name of who had hired him and now Mr. Allen was shot. Each victim had played some significant role in Spot's life and Spot was determined to find the answer as to what each had to do with this mystery. He knew, certainly, that Cobra was working for someone, someone with ties in Brooklyn. If he could find the traitor in Brooklyn, perhaps he could shed some light on the entire circumstance.