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"I want you to avenge my daughter! Please make that man pay!" Tears streamed down the elderly man's face as he held open a bag displaying its contents, everyone's focus was solely on the man as though he was the center stage performance.

"Hang on a second. Are you saying this was murder? Are you implying that this boyfriend pushed her off the roof?" Keeping a stern expression Bruno continued, lips pursed into a faint frown "If a murder happened in this town, I would have heard about it."

Staring down at the ground the older gentleman gave a disheartening sigh, eyes having seen more heartbreak in a day than in all his years of living. "The police refused to look further into it and ruled it a suicide. Even my lawyer." Clenching his hand into a fist briefly he looked back up at to the dark haired man, "but there's something that only her family knows...My daughter would never commit suicide!"

Listening to the conversation your gaze softened towards the man, he was obviously distraught from losing his daughter and if nobody believed him about it being a murder than you could see why he'd seek outside help.

"Both my wife and I can say that with confidence!" More tears streamed down his face and the hand that gripped the bag before him shook, "Please! I want you to settle this once and for all! Please make him, that bastard who's still living his life as usual, experience these tears of despair that I am crying."

You felt for the man, you really did. He wanted to know the truth about his daughters death, but if it really was just a suicide what would getting the mafia involved really achieve.

"Life is full of hardships." Firmly beginning with that Bruno's gaze never wavered from the man kneeling before him, "I feel for you, but I can't agree to this. Are you trying to imply that we're some assassins who would lynch just anyone?" He did have a point, but there must've been something that could be done.

"Everyone in this town relies on you. I'm just asking for the rightful punishment!"

"The rightful punishment?" Turning his head to the side as if to ponder over that line he turned back, gaze not as harsh nor sharp as before. "Florist, earlier, you asked if we could talk privately. That was because you knew how dangerous this conversation is, wasn't it?" The man in question let out a heave quickly dripping his gaze back to the floor.

"But what you said about something only her family would know...I can't take that lightly." Having been standing over the man Bruno then went back to his chair taking a seat, the light seeping in through the window fell around him making the man appear as a hypothetical ray of hope. "To think that one involved with the law wasn't moved by those words in the past six months..." Folding his hands over one another and crossing his legs he finished. "I find that rather unbelievable."

"I can at least try to make this boyfriend talk." Relief washed through you upon hearing Bruno finally accept the man's request. You really did think he was just going to flat out deny the request without a second though, but now you could see he was merely running through the fact in his head coming up with a logical course of action.

"Mista, (Y/N). I'd like the two of you to look into this." Surprised that you were being assigned the task as well, Mista stood up from his seat. A quick 'sure' left the man's lips before his eyes trailed back towards a small boulder resting in his chair.

How did it even get there?

Jutting his pointer finger towards the stone item, Abbacchio gestured between the two, "Make sure you put that thing back."

"I- uh..did I knock this rock...off it's stand?" His question didn't quite make sense seeing as the rock itself was rather large and would've made a sound if it was knocked off its pedestal. "Was it always here?"

"Maybe it was but we never noticed? Be careful though when you put it back, don't want it breaking." Replying back with that you leaned onto the table racking through your brain to figure out if it had been there this whole time.

"(Y/N), Mista, Bucciarati says we can drive you partway." Calling that out to the two of you a nod was given to the blond before Mista's attention went back to the rock currently occupying his seat, reaching over and picking it up he gently placed it back onto its stand patting his hands together.

"Weird decoration if you ask me." Musing that and raising from your chair you pushed it in, modern art wasn't really something you paid much attention to. Especially if that 'art' was just some round rock.

"Very weird." Agreeing with your comment the gunslinger made his way around the table standing beside you and Fugo. The three of you leave the restaurant, meeting up with Bruno who waited outside.

Waiting for you all to come a but closer he turned to begin speaking, "Here's the address for the apartment building." Reaching into his suit and pulling out a piece of paper and a photo he held them out to you, "Here's a picture of the boyfriend as well." Taking the two items from the dark haired man you looked them over, Mista leaning over your shoulder to do the same.

"Find him and make him talk. You can get a little rough with him if you need to." Directing that towards the gunslinger, Bruno turned to head towards the car. "Make sure you get a confession."

"You've got a tape recorder, right?"

"Yeah, (Y/N)'s holding onto it." Nodding along with that you recalled the item being placed into your hands on the way out since you'd be more of an observer. "But also how far should I go? I mean, if he actually ends up being a murderer and killed that girl..." Trailing off Mista's tone came out uneasy, he wanted to be sure of what to do in that case scenario.

"We aren't assassins. Make it so he can't walk for four or five years and leave the rest for the police." Leaning down towards the car and gripping the handle he paused speaking once more, "I'm sure that'll satisfy the florist's need for revenge."

Hopping into the car afterwards and putting the car into drive Fugo paused setting the car back in park and hopping back out of the car. His attention focused on Mista who'd been crouched down by another car, "Hey, where are you going? Hurry up and get into the car or I'm gonna leave you behind."

Rolling down your own window and peaking out you decided to give your own words of encouragement, "Get in the car already! I wanna see someone get interrogated!" Calling out to him and watching as he raised from the floor kicking something, the gunslinger made his way over sliding into the seat beside you.

"You keep looking around for something, is something wrong?" Voicing your observation you could tell right away that Bruno also had taken notice of Mista's behaviour, even going to ask the question himself before you did.

"Well," Crossing an arm and resting his chin into the palm of his hand he voiced what was on his mind, "There's just something that's been bugging me about the florist's story. He mentioned that when his daughter jumped off the roof that she was holding some kind of rock right?"

"Did he mention what kind of rock it was?" Unsure of where the question was leading to you could see Bruno was a tad lost as well.

"A rock?"

"Yeah, like the shape of it. How big was the rock? The boyfriend is a sculptor right?"

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Hello, just wanted to pop in and thank everyone for reading this shipwreck of a story XD. Just know I see all of your comments and it makes me happy seeing people enjoy my writing.

Additionally do ya'll like the memes I make? I mean they're sub par but they add a bit of flair if I do say so myself.