Val produced a cigarette handed it to Ferd, lighting the match for him as Ferd inhaled. Val watched as Ferd took a hit and inhaled with closed eyes, he definitely seemed to love that cigarette. Ferd had a strong grip which could mean a lot of things, all Val knows is that a good handshake is the sign of a man. Maybe a good one, maybe a bad one, but hell it showed Val that his new cohort in crime was dependable. There was just a general rigidness about that Val had only seen in the boys back home who made back from that supposed war to end all wars. Val also heard that distinct Bostonness dripping off Ferd's words, he had only been their once when he was kid, definitely a lot of micks there. Val took a drag, slowly releasing the smoke,

	" Huh a tomb raider? Ain't that the cat's pajamas. Well maybe we can figure something out about this mess." Val removed a handkerchief from his pocket and reached for the door, he really didn't want to go down like that Jennings fellow. The door creaked open, the one screw holding the beat up door to the equally torn up trim. They both entered the into the living room observing it's current state, Valentino chuckled softly.


	"At least the breaking part of this was covered for us. Christ above I hope this house sitter is alright."