Bab 32: Going Pro

As my father took a sip of his coffee, he mentioned, "Before his tragic death, Rick sent me a message, saying that you're willing to accept your new role."

I remained silent as he drummed his fingers on the desk.

Suddenly, he boomed into hearty belly laughter.

"I couldn't believe that at first; you never wanted to have anything to do with the mafia."

This made me think.

"Maybe I had a reason that I forgot about.", I said.

He stopped laughing and shifted gears. "While we're at it, how's your memory?"

"I still don't remember much from before the lightning strike," I admitted.

My father nodded thoughtfully. "I want to send you to Chicago, the den of the Knox. They have a great hospital there; they'll be able to help you out."

"How would we pass through all the other mafia's territories?"