“Recap- A Cartoonist in his artistic pursuits gets in the middle of an explosion of his favorite art shop owned by his mentor and former high school art teacher. After finding a mysterious note and being released from the police, the Cartoonist returns home to read an eye opening note…”
I opened the paper to find a letter. It said :
“IF YOU READING THIS I AM DEAD. IF THIS IS SO, FIND GINO SAVINO”
I put the letter down to process this information. I sat down and put my head between my legs, the thing they say to do when you are in the middle of a panic attack. When I was able to breathe again I got up and went to the bathroom. I threw water on my face. My thoughts began swirling around and around like the twister in the Wizard of Oz without the falling house and the yellow brick road. Gino Savino. That wasn’t a name I haven’t heard in years. The last time was from the old neighborhood in Brooklyn.
It was 10 years ago. In the neighborhood of Greenpoint. Gino Savino was the local tuff. It was said that he was connected. Everyone ran everything passed Gino. From loans to personal beefs he settled everything as fair as anyone could. He ran rackets from gambling to protection. He owned an export/import business on the docks that made him a wealthy man. He operated both legal and Illegal businesses that the cops could never prove.
I got out of the bathroom and left my house. I decided to go to the source. The Docks. It was where “his people” dwell. The low life’s, the thugs, and miscreants. If there was anyone who would know where Gino was it would here. After a significant walk I finally reach Pier 47 where Gino’s old warehouse was. What I found at the docks was an old friend of mine. His name is Tommy Bones. He got his name from the many crap games he would play. It didn’t help that he was a notorious crack addict.
I had to wake Old Bones from a drunken slumber. He woke up with a start and jumped up with his arms in the air. I guess he was preparing for an attack from the people who he owed money to. He finally recognized me and calmed down. “Oh its you. What brings you down to the docks?” Tommy said. I told him that that I was looking for Gino Savino and that it was important. His face looked like he had seen a ghost and asked “What Business is it of yours?”
I responsed with “Its because He is My Father”
To Be Continued…