The next time I saw Clair in the evening, he told me they've sorted him out. Which means they've murdered him. That's what the mafia is all about. Killings, trafficking of illegals.
"I can't believe you could come up with what you did. Seeing your innocent face and smile, one would never think you would be that deadly" Clair muttered.
"Don't judge a book by its cover Clair," I replied with a wink.
"Yeah. I really believe that now."
"Yeah right?"
"You know you should tell him about it."
"About what?"
"Are you asking me?" He replied with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know if I should tell him. A lot is on our plate now. I can't Clair."
"Pearl. He would still know. You can't hide it forever, except you are thinking of … he paused… you know."
"Nah. I can't kill my baby."
