"Pedro was in his cabin aboard the Hawk. The cabin was small and cramped at the best of times. It was particularly cramped that evening as Pedro enter...ained both Ishmael and Bartholomew at his table. Their meal was a simple fare of stewed salted meat and dried fruit. Pedro sat upon his bunk and ate while his two guests sat on the carriage of the stern chaser that shared Pedro's cabin."That's good, although I doubt we will have trouble here," Pedro acknowledged in a thoughtful manner before. She said it was a struggle trying to be a single working mom and not always being around for Mitchell. Also, she’d decided to put her personal life on hold until Mitchell was older.I told her that if there was anything I could do, I’d be glad to help. Jess fidgeted in her seat and I asked if she had more to say. She blushed and it was apparent that whatever she wanted to say embarrassed her. I said, “If you have something to say, Jess, just come right out and say it.”She took a deep breath and. I didn’t think much about it then, but when I got in my early teens I began to wonder where they always went.” She giggled. “I thought they were bar hopping and getting plastered.” She laughed and shook her head at the thought. “Frank can sure put down!” I laughed.“That he can, but they never sounded drunk or anything like that. They would come upstairs quietly and go into their room. I’d wait about twenty minutes then quietly go over to their bedroom door and listen to them fuck.” She began. The Bolizi Brothers were not very bright and had graduated from the Obvious Gangster School. I slid my chair over to my PC and began the process of logging into the city's Real Property Database. I conducted a search under the names Robert and Sean Bolizi, and came up with ten properties, only one of which seemed like the kind of place you'd take a hostage.Then I switched to a terminal program that would pick up a signal from the transmitter chip that Sammy had clipped onto the car. Tammy also.