Soon they were gone. The next morning I had a call from Mary’s nephew, she died on the way to the hospital. That afternoon I ran across Bart, he run... with the fire company. He was in the back of the ambulance last night. ‘Funny thing’ he said ‘she was stable. We were heading up the road when there was a huge clap of thunder, that tree fell down and she tried to sit bolt upright on the gurney. She screamed at the top of her lungs and died right there. We tried to bring her back.’ He continued ‘I. He was freelancing for Little Tony, but Don Anthony and I came to a meeting of the minds.”“Another gun to his woman’s head?” Theo smirked.“You heard about that,” I grinned.“People talk. More than they should, obviously.”“No gun to his head, but I had muscle with me. And she would have had no qualms about sending both Anthony and Connie to very early retirement.”“Female muscle? You are absolutely not Italian, Kid!”I shrugged, “She’s the best shot I know who isn’t in the Navy or a LEO. Look, I. Are you into any sports?”“I’m on the boxing squad. It keeps me healthy.” Danny added another hidden barb. “It’s a pity I never had the chance to play football. I love to watch it though.”“Oh, nothing to say against an interesting fight either!” Mr. Gunderson beamed. “Drive carefully, son! That’s a hot little car you have.”“I like it, Sir. You want to take it for a spin around the parking lot? The principal doesn’t mind.”“Really? Could I? Maggie? You’re up to it?”Mrs. Gunderson was actually. She never took anyone back from the club. She had her partners when she needed them but on working days she just wanted to get home, shower and sink into her sumptuous king size bed and sleep. The throb of the engine in her new Ford Mustang made her impatient to get on her way, so she threw her kit in the boot, removed her jacket and she was hitting eighty down the slip road within minutes of leaving the car park. Hip hop tracks rallied out of the stereo and she rode her driver's seat like a.