Page 27 of Powerful Deception

What the people that have lived here half their lives don’t know is that even someone that goes by the name of the devil, has enemies.

When Dante Rosetti is concerned, you would think that his biggest enemy is the Chicago Police Department. I thought that, because who else would want to take down the man? Besides me, of course.

CPD was the only logical enemy that I could think of for Rosetti and anyone else who is a part of his mafia family. Yet after spending more hours of my life trying to find another way to infiltrate his, I found another.

Roberto Gallo.

From what I can find Gallo and Rosetti were once connected. Apparently, they were both involved with Alberto Falcone, the mafia boss that was at the head of the table before Rosetti took over.

I was able to find out, by asking customers at the bar, that Gallo has had it out for Rosetti for the last ten years or so.

I was so able to find that even with the power Rosetti has over the city, Gallo was still able to build his own operation. Maybe not as big as the one that Rosetti has built in his years in power but still somewhat noticeable, supposedly. I’ve never heard of this man or there being another mafia family in the city, but I could be wrong.

The second I found out about Gallo, my plan to bring down Rosetti diverted a bit.

If I’m going to do this, if I’m going to take down Rosetti and make him pay for something I know in my gut he did, working with the CPD isn’t going to help. They aren’t going to let me get my hands dirty. They will also most likely never be able to get incriminating evidence.

But Gallo can.

So, I started to set my plan in motion. I would find meet with Gallo and then together we would find a way to insert me into Rosetti’s life. Once I’m there I will figure out a way to bring him down.

And maybe Gallo could also help me with the list filled with unknown names that follow after him.

I just had to get in front of Gallo.

Weirdly enough, finding out where Gallo does business was easier than walking into Perversa. I honestly think if Evelyn hadn’t found me out front, I wouldn’t have been let in.

Apparently, it’s well known that Gallo owns a laundromat, so cleaver, at the edge of Little Italy.

So, I decided to take my shot.

Today is Sunday, a whole week and some change since my disastrous meeting with Rosetti and I thought it would be a good day as any to do my laundry.

And what better place to do it than at the laundromat Mr. Gallo owns. From what I hear, he’s always there, so this is a better chance than any.

That’s why I’m currently lugging a duffle filled with dirty clothes on the blue line to see for myself if Gallo does in fact reside at his place of business.

As I sit here on the train looking out at the city skyline, I can’t help but feel a small ping of sadness in my chest.

Every two months like clockwork, dad and I would take this very train to Little Italy all because he wanted Italian lemonade. I always suggested that we take his car but every time he would tell me that he wanted to experience the city by train. That it was faster and that we could spend more time together. I never told him no.

Now here I am heading to Little Italy by myself and I fucking hate it. He should be here with me making me laugh, pointing out something random through the window.

Instead, I’m on my way to speak to someone to help me not only prove who his killer really was but to also bring that person down.

Closing my eyes, I try to take as many deep breaths as I can to push the feeling of loss away. I miss my dad and every day it gets harder and harder. Some days I feel like I am able to move on but then I get memories like the one I just had, and it hits me like a dump truck all over again.

Once I’m calmed down a bit, I open my eyes and concentrate on what I’m supposed to do.

Head to the laundromat.

Hopefully meet with Gallo and come up with a plan to help me prove that Rosetti is my father’s killer.

And then when that is all set and done, come up with something to finally rid this city of its devil and the other bad people in it.

Because it’s the bad and powerful people that make this city such a horrible place.

I’ll mourn once Rosetti is behind bars or in a box, but for right now, I have to concentrate on the task at hand.