The sirens wail and another day and a night of crime begins. Look closer and you'll see a dead person lying there on the sidewalk. Ice spears cover his body from head to toe; slightly melting under the hot sun. And already, the New York police know that the victim was either a mobster or an innocent bystander at the wrong time and the wrong place. They mark off the side walk with yellow tape, and the coroner places the body in a black bag. Before zipping up, she closes his sightless eyes. At that moment, a swarm of reporters crowd, each of them yelling questions at the police and the detectives. 

"Is this the doing of the Campione or the Addario family?!" a reporter yells. 

A detective flinches, his face creased with anger and annoyance. His olden gray eyes gaze at the body bag in the ambulance before gazing into the crowd. The man in the body bag was the seventh this week. And it was only a Thursday morning. He closes his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets before taking a long walk to the precinct. He knows it won't end - the bloody threads that tied the two mafia families were as strong as steel. 

[i]Welcome to New York.[/i]