Chapter 6
--The Coming--
The bistro was still in its usual business mode, despite the recent happenings. Mafia associates were in and out of the building almost all day. The phone rang, letters were sent, the usual business. Assassinations, gambling, bribery, they did it all. Except they stayed away from drugs, which was suprising for the Vietnam era. In the middle was a round wooden table, sitting at the table are Sonny, Harry, Lee, and Ronny. They all have newspapers and drinks in front of them.
"You got the list of contacts?" Sonny asks as he looks up from behind his newspaper. Ronny nods, "Yeah, right here. Judge Smith, Bill and Gary, the police officers. A few state workers. You can give them all a shot if you want." "Ah, I don't know what good police officers would do now. Get the judges numbers, and the state guys number. We'll see what we can do for him.
Harry gets up from his chair and picks up a piece of paper on the other side of the room. He scans it looking for the judges numbers. He pinpoints it, then goes and picks up a telephone and tosses it to Sonny. "Let's see..." Sonny begins dialing the phone. It rings a few times. "Hello? Yes....Judge Smith please....Alright I'll wait." Sonny continues to sit at the table, tapping his finger against it. "Oh, Hello there judge, Sonny Forelli here."
"Yeah, it's about my friend, 'Tommy Vercetti'......oh.....I see.....of course....Understandable.....Ha, well thank you Judge." Sonny tossed the phone onto the ground, making a loud bang noise. "We can't do nothing. The case is too high profile, I should've seen this coming. We'll have to wait it out." Sonny looks down. "Too bad for him..." Ronny says, looking around. Harry looks at the two, "So, that's it?" Neither one of them respond, which was actually a response in itself. Lee gets an angry look on his face and stomps out of the room. "We did what we could!" Sonny shouts out.
Liberty City Prison, Visitors Area
"Tommy!" Sonny walks up to the window in the prisons visitor area. Visitng hours just began a short while ago, and Sonny came pretty quick. On the other side of the window Tommy sat, not knowing what to say to his friend. He was wearing the usual prison clothing, the black and white stripes. Sonny was wearing one of his usual suits, a dark blue one with a lighter tie. "Don't worry, Tommy." Tommy remained silent, just watching Sonny. "We got a list of contacts, we'll see what we can do."
After the comment, the two remained silent, just looking around, and then at each other. "Listen Tommy, I don't know what to say..." Again, the two remain silent for a long while. Sonny seems to grow impatient after a while. He looks up at the look, and then back at Ronny, who is near the entrance of the building. Then Sonny turns back. "So....is it done?" Tommy looks up. "Yeah....it's done." Sonny seems to sigh in relif. His nemesis, and the only man who could relate him to the crime was gone.
"He went over the side...I don't know if they will find him or not. Dosen't matter anymore anyways." "Don't talk like that Tommy, you're with us. And we look after our own, you know that. You're doing time for the better of the whole, and that is respectable." Tommy nods at the comment, thinking about everything. "Well, I have some business to attend to, Tommy. You'll have to excuse me for now. I will be back." Sonny slowly gets up out of the chair, and straightens out his tie, then him and Ronny walk out the front door and into their car and drive off. They never did visit again.