Spot Conlon held his forehead in his heads at the finish of Kat's story. The room was silent as he absorbed the information. Kat could sense the amount of stress she had put over Spot, yet she knew she had done the right thing.

"I don' even know what to think now," muttered Spot. "I gotta leave, I can't stay here anymore."

"Spot, you can just let someone like Johnny run your life. Running away from this is only gonna cause more problems. I've been around guys like him before, and let me tell you, they don't just let you get away that easy. They know their people and they'll find you."

"And what if he goes after my family?" inquired Spot with more anger and vigor than before. "Huh? What if he goes after Gabby or Jack or the Jacobs'? What am I gonna do then?"

Kat was silent. She laced her fingers, which were now pale as death itself, between each other and placed them on her lap. She was at a loss for words and could not formulate a plan to save her soul. She had been dragged into the mix now, and was not morally able to just up and leave.

"Look, I remember where he lives," spoke Kat, "I can take you there if you want."

"What good would that do? So I can see where the son of a bitch sleeps? Where he probably sits and comes up with plans like burnin' down the Brooklyn lodging house, comin' to find me at O'Reilly's? You think I wanna see that, Kat? Jesus! Why's this gotta happen to me! I left Brooklyn, it's dead to me! Now Johnny comes in an' threatens 'a takin' out my whole life before I've even lived it! I got a child at home, Kat. Now what am I gonna do?"

"I'm just sayin' it might be easier if you go and see what you're dealin' with. Just go and see if something hits you, like a plan or something. I'll go with you, I'm too deep in this now to back out."

Spot, though heated, could appreciate Kat's loyalty. She put one pale hand over his and looked him in the eye. He didn't know why, but at that moment, he thought of Gabby. Her face came to his mind of dinner that had taken place in his normal life just an hour ago. And there was Noah, who he had played with not long before that. Now Kat, a ghost from his past, the other woman, had his hand over his in hopes of comforting the troubled young man before her, taking him deeper down the rabbit hole chasing the white, and in this case Italian, rabbit.

"Okay. We'll go there tomorrow," agreed Spot after a few moments. "But you're comin' with me 'cause I don' want ya stayin' heah alone. I'll take you ta my friend Race's house. I'm sure he'll be glad ta keep ya…"

Kat's hand removed itself from his and she was unsure how to react. They got up from the couch, getting ready to leave as Kat gathered a few things from the room.

"Can I ask ya somethin'?" inquired Spot before they opened the door.

"Sure, if I can ask you somethin' in return."

"I nevah paid you. I didn't know that's what we had goin' on…" trailed Spot, awkwardly.

Kat smiled in spite of herself and almost breathed a laugh. She put her frail hand on Spot's cheek and replied, "That's because I didn't consider you a client."

Spot felt his cheek burn a little and he smiled, almost smugly.

"Now for my question. What's this have to do with your family?"

"Family?"

"Yeah. The older man asked Johnny if what he was doing had anything to do with your family."

Spot eyed her as he took in her question. He knew it was there. He knew the answer right away. He only had trouble finding the power to actually speak it. With a simple shake of his head, he answered, "My family. I'm gonna say that's goin' back to my newsie days…"

Kat nodded, still skeptical as if she did not believe a word he had said. There was an even more awkward silence following the conversation. They stood near the closed door for a moment until each had gathered themselves to leave again. Spot unlocked the various different locks and twisted open the doorknob. To their surprise and terror, there stood a man that could only leave his memory with Spot for merely a second. Before Spot even had time to react or even think, the man raised his shoulders and forcefully dealt a blow to Spot's head with a bat. Conlon fell to the ground with a resonating thud, unconscious.

Had anyone else, unknowing to the situation, walked by the apartment, they would have surely known, that the young man who had once ruled over his kingdom with such prosperity, was without a doubt, dead.

A/N: To be continued!