Stranger With a Black Case

<p><em>1996—Paradise Trailer Park Gaskille Florida</em></p><p>Callous and Tyrant drifted along the train tracks near Paradise Trailer Park. Invisible to the teenager Vinnie Vinetti they followed his big sneakers over the gravelly cross-ties that lay beneath the rusty rails. You might say Vinnie inherited the twin demons. They’d followed members of his family for at least six generations. Callous gave Vinnie a shove and snickered when the kid tripped over a cross-tie. The demon flicked out his tongue and licked his beady golden eyeballs in anticipation of this new assignment.<br /> </p><p><em>2019—The Train Station Gaskille Florida</em></p><p>Tony pushed a broom along the wall outside the train station. His heart sat like a chunk of iron in his chest. His dad—Vinnie Vinetti—afraid of someone? Vinnie was top dog. He was never afraid of anything or anyone. Till now.<br /><br /><em>Would someone really try to kill him?</em><br /><br />A movement caught Tony’s eye. A strange man dressed in beat-up jeans carrying a violin case sat parked on a bench studying a small scrap of paper. He showed no sign of budging. Tony couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off about this guy.</p><p>A detective at heart Tony had plans to join the FBI one day. He needed all the experience this small town could offer. <em>Thin frame ponytail brown jacket with too-short sleeves. Homeless? Maybe. But something about him doesn’t quite jive with the homeless look. Doesn’t act the part. He’s too clean cut too… something.</em><br /><br />Then the pieces fell into place.<br /><br /><em>Hit-men carry violin cases—with guns. That paper he keeps studying is a hit list. Maybe this guy is coming after someone. Maybe this guy is coming after… Dad!</em></p>