To your cottage

You stroll towards you cottage, musing over what you've learned and what best to do with it. You're first assumption that Pink Rose would provide fertile ground for you scheming mind has proved correct, but the addition of mobsters is unwelcome and unsettling. You pass a couple of students, a pretty brunette and an equally pretty blonde. The latter is a little plump, still holding on to the remnants of her puppy fat, but very tasty all the same. You smile a greeting at them and get smiles in return but your mind stays focused on your problems.

You've heard the stories of Vinnie Mags. Everyone who has worked the mean streets of New York has. Utterly ruthless, utterly cruel, and the smartest mob boss since Costello. You have no doubt of your fate if he thinks you've crossed him, and not much hope if he just thinks you didn't put in sufficient effort. He controls prostitution, gambling, and assorted rackets in the city and has guys who could make you suffer incredible agony before you disappeared.

If he didn't do it himself. There are stories that as a younger man he put a rival's head in a vise and turned the handle until the man's eyeballs popped out, then sat and ate a meal while he watched the guy die.

You have no desire to add to his list of victims, and you give a little shudder as you open the door to your cottage.