- Jun 18, 2015
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He knew it was him. For a while, he'd assumed it was one of the Genovese--either Angelo or Basilio--but neither had quite made sense. Basilio didn't operate like that, and Angelo... well, Angelo was supposed to be a goody two shoes, the kind of person who'd never think about leaving threatening notes on the bulletin board.
So who?
His son, apparently. Godfrey Crawford, back from the dead. Godfrey had been, bar none, the biggest mistake in his life, and now he was back. Frederick wasn't sure how things were going to go down, but the stack of vaguely threatening notes in his bag didn't exactly inspire confidence.
He was waiting not far from the center, waiting to see if he was going to show up. Godfrey always seemed to know when he'd taken the signs down and left the center, so it was just a matter of waiting for him to show up.
So who?
His son, apparently. Godfrey Crawford, back from the dead. Godfrey had been, bar none, the biggest mistake in his life, and now he was back. Frederick wasn't sure how things were going to go down, but the stack of vaguely threatening notes in his bag didn't exactly inspire confidence.
He was waiting not far from the center, waiting to see if he was going to show up. Godfrey always seemed to know when he'd taken the signs down and left the center, so it was just a matter of waiting for him to show up.