The following morning, after breakfast, Basilio went to his office. Last night he couldn’t sleep. Basilio hasn’t slept since Nuala’s death. He’s still thinking about what Leopold said about the company he keeps around him, but most importantly, around his wife. He had also been trying to figure out the rest of Leopold's last words, but your wife didn’t. “Damn it, I killed his ass too quick. My wife was what?” He yells, looking at Monti entering his office.
Monti narrows his eyes, looking at him. “I take it something happened last night.”
“You bet your ass something happens. Close the door.” Basilio points to the door, "Lock it. Who knows what son of a bitches are lurking around." As soon as Monti locks the door, tell him all the details of last night's event.
“Little brother, you and
