Chapter 3

Paul Smecker

Agent Smecker sat in the back of a small diner in Chinatown. Erika and I had chosen this location to avoid any run-ins with our husband's goonies. We each had wigs on, with sunglasses, black coats and very non-descript blue jeans and white tank tops. As low profile as we could get without appearing sneaky to anyone who noticed as we left. We hadn't slipped on the wigs and sunglasses until we had been sure we had no tails. We walked to his booth and sat across from him. We removed our sunglasses but not our wigs. Just in case. Paul looked up at us and studied the bruises on my face. He didn't seemed fazed at all as he lit a cigerette and leaned in close. "I'm Paul Smecker. You two know of some men The Saints may be interested in?"

Erika nodded and I spoke, "Yes, our husbands, Eduardo Vincetti and Marco Givanni."

"They are deeply involved with the italian mafia?" he stated this more than asked so we simply nodded. "He the one who roughed you up?" Once again I nodded since he seemed to know anyway. "Who are they tied to. What are there rankings?"

Once again I was the one who spoke, "Eduardo is a boss, Marco is his right-hand man." I went on listing various information. What their major businesses were, who they knew, how big time they were. Smecker listened quietly and nodded, sometimes interjecting his own assumptions.

After about fifteen minutes Smecker sighed. He leaned back in the booth and lit another cigerrette, thinking hard. Finally he spoke, "These men run big in drug dealing, hits, and obviously abusing you two. They have a lot of murderers, druggies, rapists and other just plain evil men working for them. High up in the heirarchy of this branch of the mafia and are currently out of town. I'm going to have go make a call ladies. If you don't mind. I will return shortly." Smecker stood and walked towards the men room.

Erika turned to me, "When will we have them come in?"

I thought hard, "I believe Eduardo is having a meeting with a couple of his goonies when Marco and he return. A lot of big names are gonna be there, Alejendro De Lione, Carlyle Salisardio, Gregory Smith, etc. A perfect time for the hit. We simply leave that night like we always do. Have stuff packed and ready to go so we don't have to return. They'll have no idea anything weird is going on."

Erika glared at Alejandro's name, "I'd love to see that fucker Alejandro fall."

Smecker returned shortly, "They've requested to meet with you. I will take you to their motel." Erika and I agreed and stood, slipping our sunglasses back on and followed him to his car.