Chapter 2. The Thief

Robert Verrelli didn't look like it, but he was a very wealthy man. Him and his partner lived in a Manhattan penthouse apartment. His partner's name is Leon Garcia. Leon and Robert were nothing alike. No one really understood why they were even friends. They didn't even look alike. Leon has almond colored skin. He was tall and thin. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He spoke with a Mexican accent. Robert was the same height but was a little thicker. Robert had light brown hair and green eyes. He spoke with a mid-western accent. Robert and Leon did have one thing in common; they both were involved in the criminal world of New York. Leon knew where every smuggler, gang leader, and pickpocket stayed and/or hid. Leon would then go to these places to confirm that where they hid. He would tell Robert and Robert would go there take what he needed. He would then take those goods and sell them to a high paying customers.

Robert arrived at his apartment building. He rode the elevator to the 32nd floor. He turned left down the hall and came to a white wooden door. He put his key into the lock and opened the door. Leon was sitting on the white leather sofa watching a Yankee's game. Leon turned and faced Robert.

" Hey Amigo"

"Hey Leo. Any luck today?"

" No, sorry. When it's winter in New York, not a lot of people come and hide up here. They hide with the crowds. The crowds are in the south right now."

"Damn that sucks. But I have a way we can pay the bills."

"How's that ?"

" You know Sonny? You know the mob boss?"

" Oh yeah. I hooked up that cocaine deal for you."

"Yeah well, he almost decided not to give me the money."

"Almost?"

"Yeah, but then I tackled him and put my gun to his head."

"You put a gun to the head of a mob boss?!"

"Yeah but he decided to pay."

"You're a bold man, Rob."

Suddenly a car alarm went off. Robert and Leon ran to where the noise was coming from. Someone who looked familiar was driving off with their car to them. In the parking space where the car was, laid a small piece of paper. Leon read it out loud.

"I'm taking the dough that I deserve. You can't find me either. I'm not who you think I am"

"We got a problem." Robert said

"Yeah, we do." Leon replied.