As Nikola wandered away, George watched him get swallowed up by a swarm of reporters. Damn, they're like vulchers, they can spot a dead body a mile off. Seeing a nervous looking cop approach him, although only looking a few years younger than himself, he gave off an air of inexperience which made him seem much younger.

[I]"Excuse me, sir? How do you figure that it was an Addario kill because of the ice? And even if this is Addario territory, couldn't the Cap-ions be doing this to pin the blame on them? Campi-nes... Camponies... Campones?"[/I]

"Its not the ice itself. But the way its been used. Did you see the way they'd covered it head to toe? That's typical Addario, over the top flamboyance. I'm not ruling out the Campione's, but its not their style, killing someone not on their own turf." Pausing, he saw the younger man didn't look too pleased about being at the crime scene. "What's your name kid? And how long you been on the force?"