[b][h1] [center] New York City, New York [/center][/h1][/b]

[color=0054a6][b][h1] [center] Lorenzo  Cifaretto [/center][/h1][/b][/color]

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The citizens of the big apple were very frightened. This was understandable with a killer on the loose. A killer that had not been caught in some time was periodically murdering its population. Many are investigating to find the culprit, some wanting revenge and others wanting justice. Some don’t even know what is going on, mostly concerned about what kind of shoes they want to wear. 

Lorenzo woke up to his alarm going off followed by a rather enthusiastic voice speaking on the radio. Blathering about the weather, and something about someone seeing a small creature on people’s backs. The tall teenager got out of his bed performing all of his morning rituals. He and his father lived above his father’s antique store. So by the time he wakes up his father is already preparing to open the store.  Walking down the stairs after getting dressed, and eating a quick breakfast. 

“[color=0054a6][b]I’m going to go out and practice with my friends, will you be okay running the shop alone?[/b][/color]” He asked watching his father fiddle with some old relics. 

“Im-a  going to be okay, just do not get into any-a trouble.” His father smiled but looked quite worried. It was no secret that Lorenzo had gotten into trouble by snooping around. Lorenzo had been investigating his mother’s murder a couple of years ago. This has caused Lorenzo to be escorted by the police back to his father. 

“[color=0054a6][b]I’m not gonna get into trouble pops.  You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be okay.[/b][/color]” Lorenzo walked over toward his father, towering over his father. Placing a hand on his shoulder, “[color=0054a6][b]I won’t get into any trouble with the cops.[/b][/color]” 

“That doesn’t sound very reassuring. Lorenzo promised me you wouldn’t go to jail, or get hurt. My heart cannot take losing another loved one.” His father suddenly hugged Lorenzo, who reciprocated by hugging his father back. 

“[color=0054a6][b]I won’t I promise.[/b][/color]” After their embrace, Lorenzo quickly grabbed his backpack upstairs before rushing out of the door. “[color=0054a6][b]I love you, Dad.[/b][/color]” He said before rushing out of the door before his father could say the same thing. From what clues he had found in the last couple of months, he was heading towards a bookstore his mother visited before her death.  He hoped that he would be able to find a breakthrough in his mother’s death. 

Getting on his motorcycle and heading off toward the bookstore.