The sun had started making it's move to the horizon, dipping slowly across the sky to touch the waters of the sea beyond. Enzo was sat in the drivers seat of the car, it was a modest car and it was meant to be, the gang didn't want to attract attention which was understandable, there were a lot of people out there who wouldn't mind taking a pot shot at a Bracco or associate for a lucky chance of hitting them. He was parked out side one of the boss' numerous houses, this one a rather tasteful brick house by the seaside, Enzo was there because he was driving around a broad who was looking Mr Bracco, something about a son and favor, Enzo wasn't too worried, his "job" was to drive people around but his job was to gain relevant information and what hewas doing didn't seem relevant.

He'd been waiting outside for what had to be half an hour, he was sure the boss wasn't home, his guards weren't there, nor was his car -the only town car of a different make the Bracco's had. Decideding to check it out he shut the car off and got out, shutting the door behind him and making sure it was locked. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he walked across the lawn towards the front door of the home, at the bottom of the stairs in a crumpled heap was the woman, sitting on the bottom step crying her eyes out.

"Miss," Began Enzo, "I think we should leave.", he stood above her weeping form patiently, after a few moments of sobbing she nodded and raised her hand for his help. Holding it gently he pulled her up and walker her over to the car, walking her around to the passenger door instead of the backseats and opening the door for her. Shutting the door as she entered he walked around and took a seat in the drivers position and started the car, pulling out of the driveway the rest of the trip was done in silence, him concentrating on the road and the other woman resting her head on the window giving occasional directions to her house. After arriving at her apartment and exchanging awkward goodbyes he drove off, feeling the need to wet his whistle before he got back to the station and gave a breifing of today's goings ons.

Rich's place, he knew his way there like it was tattooed on the back of his hand, pulling the car over infront of the drinkery he shut the engine off and got out, happy to be out of the metal coffin. Entering the bat his ears were deafened by the noises of laughing, shouting and conversation, it was much more packed then usual, new faces mixed in with the old ones, striding over to the bar he plinks himself down in an empty seat by a brown haired woman.

"Tonic." he called to the bartender as he rolled up his sleeves.

"And?" replied the man behind the counter waiting for the other part, like gin of something.

"Just the tonic." said Enzo with a smile, he wasn't much of a drinker, between the law and his ability to be inebriated faster then the average snail he really didn't find it enjoyable. Picking up his drink he took a sip and got a bit loose after a day of driving and drama.