Within seconds a thunderous crash was heard as the SWAT team knocked down the front door. Like rats, their guests began to run for their lives causing the platform they were standing on to come crashing down to the ground. Screaming, Destiny fell down along with Danny on to the shiny, mahogany floor. As a multitude of curse words flowed from Danny’s mouth after feeling his ribs break, he writhed on the ground gasping for air. Looking for help, Danny turned his head over to his left and found Destiny, dead, from a gunshot wound. Seeing what was happening to their boss, two loyal goons picked him up and ran to a secret passageway which took them to an underground garage. Danny and Destiny had planned to leave the party quickly after the deed was done so the cars were already packed. As the police began filing into the house from north to south, they went about securing the scene. With precision they went from room to room, announcing the words, “clear” as they secured the domicile. A few of the older and out of shape mobsters were captured with little affair, however several did manage to escape.
Looking around the room, Amato stood there with his gun drawn but no Danny or Destiny. All he saw around him was the mess of broken furniture and glass scattered across the room from one end to the other.
There was a large heap of wood in the middle of the room as tall as he was and so Amato went over to investigate. To his surprise, after he kicked over the plywood from the platform he could now see over it and next to it emerged a sparkly, red fabric. Pushing the planks of wood away, he saw Destiny, dead. “How the hell did they miss this?” Amato asked, and as on cue, two officers led a small group of chained gangsters out the door. If this was overlooked, maybe Cassie was here too. A piece of him dreaded the work ahead of them, but it had to be done, he had to know. Calling over an officer who was standing guard at the door, “Hey you, give me a hand.” Together they hoisted the rest of the platform and under it was another body. “Geez,” Amato said like he had been punched in the gut. She didn’t look good at all, in fact, she looked worse than Destiny. He had no doubt she was dead. Nonetheless, he bent down and checked for a pulse. He waited and waited and then, success. Cracking a smile, he nearly cried. “Why am I not surprised Cassie?” In that instant he felt like he was being watched, so Amato composed himself and barked out, “Get a bus!”
Just when he made the order, Special Agent Cohen appeared on the scene. “Who the hell authorized this?” he asked.
Stunned as well as insulted, Amato answered, “Me.”
“This isn’t your case, you don’t do this shit anymore, remember?”
“Fine, it’s all your shit now.”
“I don’t think you understand, there are gonna be consequences for this.”
“Number one: you don’t have a warrant, which means any evidence you find here is inadmissible in court. That means none of these bums are gonna be doing any time.” Pacing around, he tried to figure a way out of this mess Amato put him in. Pointing to Destiny, Amato said, “You mean even the dead body we found won’t convince a judge that something criminal went down here?”
Cohen’s eyes lit up, “You mean Fenetti’s dead?”
“Oh.” Cohen responded disappointed.
Amato was so close to punching him, but he couldn’t, there were too many witnesses and besides, Cassie needed him there. It was times like these that he hated his job. So like most disgruntled employees, he shoved his feelings deep down and kept his mouth shut. This was the only way he was going to survive this Cohen ordeal. Amato had to remind himself that after this, he could go back to his cubicle and chock on his dignity there. It was better than doing time for shoving his foot up Special Agent Cohen’s ass. After all, some bosses just weren’t worth the cavity search.