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David Giordano was working behind the bar when Redding entered. It was a busy night, but you didn’t let one of New Reno’s biggest Pimps go unattended for long, so he made sure to serve him as quickly as he could. 


“What can I getcha, friend?” Giordano asked, his tone a mixture of friendliness and politeness. 


The bartender had spent last years Christmas bonus on two of Redding’s girls and a bottle of red, but he doubted the Pimp remembered his face. New Reno was full of Giordano’s, after all. 


“Mancini said he had something he wanted to talk to you about. Some business opportunity.” 


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[b][i]An hour and a half earlier.[/i] [/b]


It didn’t take Darlia long to find Mancini. 


He was buying a mole rat kabba from a street vendor, about two streets down from the Desperado. 


“Jesus Christ, Darlia!” the gangster yelped, more than a little surprised. He took her by the hand, leading her further into the alleyway, and out of the way of any prying eyes. 


“Regina’s been pulling her ‘air out lookin’ for you. Fuck, ya look like shit. Where the hell ‘ave ya been?” 


“Esteeves…” She wheezed, her lips caked with dried blood “he’s working with those cannibal fucks. He kidnapped me. Mancini, he’s got others out there. Other Lazzari people.” 


“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Mancini winced, blowing air out through his teeth “if that’s true we don’t know who we can trust. Come on, I’ll take ya back to mine and get you patched up.” 


They stuck to the shadows and winding back alleys, making sure to move as discretely as they could. Mancini lived in a fairly modest room at the top of a bombed out apartment block, up a fire escape, and past stretch of broken wall. He unlock the door, and they both made their way inside, quickly shutting it behind them.


“Si’down on the sofa, pet,” he said softly “I’ll take a look at you.” 
Darlia took a step forwards, and that’s when Mancini knocked her out with a lamp. 


Her body hit the floor with a soft thud, landing facedown on the carpet. 


“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Mancini groaned “trust the zombies to fuck up a simple job.”