Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

  There had to be something else. I squatted next to Dante’s body. I looked more closely at the gunshot wounds then moved my eyes down to his hands. I peered at the one with the pinky ring on it then turned to the other hand, something was in it. I listened for Pin Up Man’s return as I reached down and slowly pulled a necklace from the late Don's hand. I had returned to a standing position and was facing the direction of the room Pin Up Man had disappeared into with the necklace safely tucked in my coat pocket by the time he reappeared. “Here it is. The paperwork must have gotten buried during the move.” He said as he handed a folder to me. As I began to review the paperwork Pin Up Man shifted uncomfortably. “Would you like to look at that some place else?” He asked. I looked at Pin Up. He nodded in the direction of Dante Vitali’s body. “Uncomfortable?” I asked. “Yes.” “Let’s go to another room.” “There’s a dining area on the other side o

Pin Up Man followed me to the far end of the hall and his recently deceased guest. I looked down. I saw expensive shoes, a pair of trousers, and a shirt. My eyes stopped at the left hand and the distinct ring on the dead guy’s pinky finger, holding back the urge to question Pin Up Man’s story I continued my assessment. There were two gunshot wounds to the chest. The man died with his eyes open. His face frozen in an expression of surprise. I heard Nonna’s voice echo through my cranial cavity. Che il viaggio dell’ amina abbia successo. I looked at Pin Up Man. “You never mentioned you worked with the Vitali family.” “I don’t.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, pulled up a recent news article and showed it to him. “This is Dante Vitali the head of the Vitali crime family. He is laying on the floor in your hallway. He’s dead.” Pin Up Man looked surprised, almost as surprised as Dante. I continued. “Which is the bad news.” “The good news?” “...you di