Anne rushed up the concrete steps of the hospital and into the large eight-story building. "What room number is Pieboy Evans in?" she asked the nurse sitting at the front desk.
"Who?" the nurse replied. " Perhaps it's under Brandon Evans?" Anne tried again, hopefully. "I'm sorry, but we have no Pieboy or Brandon Evans," the nurse replied, totally confused.
Fury spread through Anne's body as she finally started to realize what was happening," Drat! Oh, just what am I going to do to those jerks?!" Many heads turned as she exited the lobby muttering, rather loudly, things people would say back then were unlady like.
The door to the lobby of the Duane Street Lodging House closed with a loud "bang" as Anne stomped in. Spot was quivering over in the corner with none other than her very own old copy of Little Women covering his face.
She quickly snatched up the book to expose a very disturbed Spot Conlon. "Give me one reason in Hell I shouldn't kill you now," she growled through gritted teeth.
"All right, all right. I know I lied." he replied, gaining composure. "you're damn right you lied! You brought me all the way from Chicago because of it!"
"First of all, if you killed me you'd be dead within' an hour by me boys. Second, I might have lied about Pieboy being sick, but he isn't all that well either. Third, I have another reason I made you come-" Anne interrupted, still quite mad, " And what would that be?" "- There is some real tension buildin' up amongst all a da different territories a New Yawk. A city wide turf war could break out any day. Manhattan is smaller den Brooklyn and dey is gunna need all a da help dat dey can get," Spot explained as he slipped back to his tough guy stature.
"Why didn't ya just tell me?" Anne asked, knowing the truth deep down. "Damn it Anne. Ya know ya wouldn't a come," Spot roared. He quickly grabbed her arm and said, "We're goin' ta see Pieboy." He slowly dragged her into the hall and through the first door on the right.