Ophelia didn't even know where she was going. Only that she had to get
away. She ran as fast as she could, until she could run no more. She ran
until she could no longer breathe and her sides ached. She ran until she
got to the Brooklyn Bridge.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As the first few rays of sun emerged over the horizon, the guard, who had lost a few hands of poker to Race, was forced to release him from jail in order to release himself from debt. Race's smug smile disappeared quickly once he was back on the street. Where should he go from here? Where is Ophelia?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Timmy, his mother, and Sadie were enjoying a late breakfast in his mother's sun room when Mush arrived. Sadie was actually very impressed and somewhat surprised at the natural fashion in which Timmy and his mother treated Mush and her. They were certainly of a higher class than the governess and her paperboy boyfriend, but they didn't seem the least bit interested in this gap.
Timmy's mother offered Mush a place at the table and Mush gracefully accepted. He carried the day's paper in one hand. "Timmy, if I told ya dat I know who is dis Charles Duff fella is. Da one dat's in da paper, da front page, every day dis week. What could ya do ta bring 'im down?"
Timmy looked almost startled at Mush's proposal. "Ya got a personal vendetta against dis guy?"
"Yes." Sadie raised an eyebrow at Mush's firm response.
"Do you know Joseph Pullitzer?" Timmy asked.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She climbed onto the railing of the bridge. The wind picked up and whipped her hair into her face. The sun was just appearing, so she was still concealed by the shadows. She knew if she was going to follow through and jump, she'd have to do it now before someone happened by and stopped her. A few more tears slipped out of her bloodshot eyes and her lip began to tremble. The wind picked up again and threw her off balance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Joseph Pullitzer was not very fond of unscheduled appointments. His sight had gone very bad, and he liked to know exactly what was going on at all times. He did not like to be surprised.
He also didn't really like to be associated with this crime ring, this gang, this Mannigan family. But he was not an unintelligent man, he knew the importance of connections in NYC. And he knew that where he and his associates owned most of America's money, gangs like the Mannigan family owned the people.
Timmy's second hand man Sergio waited in the lobby for an answer.
One of Pullitzer's assistants greeted him. "Mr. Pullitzer will see him tomorrow at 8 am sharp."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As the first few rays of sun emerged over the horizon, the guard, who had lost a few hands of poker to Race, was forced to release him from jail in order to release himself from debt. Race's smug smile disappeared quickly once he was back on the street. Where should he go from here? Where is Ophelia?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Timmy, his mother, and Sadie were enjoying a late breakfast in his mother's sun room when Mush arrived. Sadie was actually very impressed and somewhat surprised at the natural fashion in which Timmy and his mother treated Mush and her. They were certainly of a higher class than the governess and her paperboy boyfriend, but they didn't seem the least bit interested in this gap.
Timmy's mother offered Mush a place at the table and Mush gracefully accepted. He carried the day's paper in one hand. "Timmy, if I told ya dat I know who is dis Charles Duff fella is. Da one dat's in da paper, da front page, every day dis week. What could ya do ta bring 'im down?"
Timmy looked almost startled at Mush's proposal. "Ya got a personal vendetta against dis guy?"
"Yes." Sadie raised an eyebrow at Mush's firm response.
"Do you know Joseph Pullitzer?" Timmy asked.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She climbed onto the railing of the bridge. The wind picked up and whipped her hair into her face. The sun was just appearing, so she was still concealed by the shadows. She knew if she was going to follow through and jump, she'd have to do it now before someone happened by and stopped her. A few more tears slipped out of her bloodshot eyes and her lip began to tremble. The wind picked up again and threw her off balance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Joseph Pullitzer was not very fond of unscheduled appointments. His sight had gone very bad, and he liked to know exactly what was going on at all times. He did not like to be surprised.
He also didn't really like to be associated with this crime ring, this gang, this Mannigan family. But he was not an unintelligent man, he knew the importance of connections in NYC. And he knew that where he and his associates owned most of America's money, gangs like the Mannigan family owned the people.
Timmy's second hand man Sergio waited in the lobby for an answer.
One of Pullitzer's assistants greeted him. "Mr. Pullitzer will see him tomorrow at 8 am sharp."