Stany Falcone -

Stany blinked. That wasn’t the script. Men he killed didn’t send their children to him for protection. They sent assassins. They sent curses. They sent the police.

“What?”

He picked up a spool labeled “The Pier, 1997.” For a moment, he hesitated. Then he slid it into the brass projector on his desk. Stany Falcone