In a dark hall, with only a colored bulb as illumination, sat a huge middle aged man on a throne. Cigarette in one hand, and the fingers on his free hand, noisily tapping the arm of his throne, he filled the entire hall with smoke.

A well-built gentleman walked in smartly, with a pistol tucked behind him, in his pants. He walked up to the middle aged man and took a bow with both hands behind him, standing at ease.

“Boss, you sent for me,” his coarse voice stated, with his head bowed to the ground. His boss, the middle aged man, puffed three times, exhaled through his nostril and sighed loudly.

“What is this rumor I hear?” he asked in a rather sharp voice, “Is something going on in the Sterling estate that I should know of?” he looked troubled

“Only that the old man is dead and his funeral will be held in two days’ time, at Saint Martin’s Church.” the gentleman answered calmly. The boss had a puff again before he spoke.

“Then what is this I hear about a visitor in town… some lost son’s return?” he inquired and the gentleman was forced to look up briefly before bowing his head again.

“I will have to confirm that, boss.” The gentleman informed his boss.

“You do that, but while you are at it… tell your boys to get ready. I hate surprises.” The boss instructed in a calm tone, but the gentleman knew better than to be deceived.

“Yes boss.”

“If at all there is a visitor and he turns out to be a threat…” the boss continued to say but paused a little looking for the perfect way to convey his message, “get rid of him.”