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Saints or Martyrs?	By : cheryl64 Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 1433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Shiva,” Lilith asked giving a curious glance toward the imp sitting on her couch. “Why have you brought this imp here?”
“Look closely Lilith.” Shiva said. “You don't recognize him? I would think you would since his death was national news.” When she just kept staring Shiva waved a hand at the television in the corner which was now showing ans old CNN news clip:

“Police have widened the search for the men known as the Saints to caver the entire New England area. Although tips continue to pour into police agencies in the greater Boston area and as far south as New York, The Saints continue to elude capture. The three are wanted for the public murder of Joseph 'Papa Joe' Yakavetta three days ago in a Federal courtroom in Boston. If you have any information concerning the whereabouts of the Saints you can anonymously report your tip through the CrimeStoppers hotline.”

Lilith looked back at the man sitting there. A smile spread on her face. “Papa Joe...”
“Now you understand.” Shiva nodded. “He could be an asset to us, especially with the right...incentive.”
“Why do you leave us to get acquainted. I'm sure I know exactly what will bring him to our side.” Lilith said. Shiva nodded and left the room.
Lilith walked over to the bar and poured to drinks. Sitting in the chair across from Yakavetta she sat one glass down in front of him. “Do you know what has happened to you Joseph Yakavetta? Do you understand what those MacManuses did to you in that courtroom?”
“I'm an imp. Unable to rest as he put it.” Joseph answered. “I'm doomed to wander sunject to Lucifer's whims until Judgment Day.”
“That is the simple version, yes.” Lilith answered. “They took away your chance for redemption by splattering your brains all over that courtroom floor. You are damned to suffer Lucifer's wrath until the end of eternity.
Luckily Lucifer has been to busy to get around to your punishment. I'm going to offer you the chance to avoid it entirely.” Lilith watched to see if he would swallow her half truth. The fact was that Yakavetta could still earn his redemption, as long as he didn't fuck up as an imp. It would just be slower.
“You know your son fell to their bullets also.” She said.
“Concenzio?” Yakavetta asked.
Finally a reaction. Lilith gave a small sad smile. “Yes, you will never see him again thanks to them. They destroyed the opportunity for you to reunite with him.” Another lie. All the twins did was pray, Little Yakavetta was fully responsible for the fact that he was allowed to rest. Little Yakavetta had joined in prayer with the twins asking for forgiveness, in the end he had repented and died in a state of grace.
“Bastardos!” Yakavetta spat. “They ruined my businesses and ruined my life!”
“I'm offering you the chance to gain your revenge.” Lilith told him. “Shiva is my partner. We have joined with others to overthrow Lucifer. You will not be subject to Lucifer's whims and you will have your change to destroy the men that destroyed your life...and your son. Join us.”
*****
“Gentlemen.” The arms dealer said opening the door. “A pleasure as always. And who is this lovely young lass?” He said taking Katie's hand and placing a kiss her knuckle's.
“Ye must be Irish.” She said. “Yer as versed in Blarney as these two.”
“This is our Ma.” Connor said with a smile.
“We were hoping ye might have something here to suit her.” Murphy asked.
“I'm sure that we can find just the thing.” The dealer said as he lead the way to through the kitchen to a door leading down to a large basement.
“It looks like business is good.” Murphy said as they followed the dealer to nice little sitting area in the basement.
The dealer picked up a little bell and rang it. “Business is doing very well. Of course the fact that I'm outfitting you brings me customers locally but your friend Smecker has also been sending business my way.” When a younger man joined them he said “Paddy, Irish coffee please.”
Connor and Murphy looked at each other.
“I have made a few 'customer service' upgrades.” He pulled out a stack of photo albums and sat them on the table opening one up to show it was filled with photos of different weapons. “Catalog shopping gentleman. For my preferred customers only. Of course anything in stock you can take with you immediately. If it's not in stock, I'll special order it for your with delivery in 48 hours.”
“Ye are doin well.” Connor said flipping through one of the albums.
“Perhaps you will find this one to your taste.” The dealer said handing an album to Murphy that was filled with an assortment of blades. “Take your time. Of course with the indoor range I have your mother can test fire the weapons of her choice to make sure that she is happy with it.”
*****
“Well now we can make it official and send the city into panic mode.” Duffy said looking down at the old lady's body. “There's a serial killer loose in Boston.”
“But what is the connection to them?” Dolly asked confused.
“Have you forgotten already? Last time we took the elevator to the fifth floor.” Duffy said tempted to smack Dolly in the back of the head when he just stared blankly. “Ivan Checkov's body was found in the alley.”
“Shit.” Dolly said as it finally clicked “Mildred Reed, 62 years old, do you think they knew her?”
“She was their downstairs neighbor, Dolly. I'm sure they at least spoke in passing. She put up a fight though. Skin under her nails that's something. Let's hope it gives us something we can work with.” Duffy said as he wrapped the dead woman's hands in plastic evidence bags.
“I'll call Eunice and see when to call it in to the feds so she'll catch the case.” Dolly said.
*****
The media as usual were salivating over the idea of a serial killer. Violence and scandal were the top two moneymakers for any news network and the feeding frenzy was just beginning.
“Agent Bloom, do the police or the FBI have any leads on this serial killer?”
“Labeling this case as a serial killer may be a bit premature. For the moment we are withholding that designation.”
“Is there anything you can tell us about the victims? Some connection between them?”
“At this time we are looking over the evidence and crime scene reports. We have not identified a victim profile as of yet. The victims seem to be random.
Until we have more to go on we suggest the citizens of Boston keep their doors and windows locked. If you have an alarm system make sure it is armed and stay off the streets of South Boston. If you have to go out at night, don't go out alone.”
Eunice shoved her way through the reporters with Juan following silently at her heels. She breathed a sigh of relief when the doors of the SUV closed preventing any more questions.
“Vultures.” Juan said. “They are nothing more than a flock of vultures looking to feed on someone's misery. Maybe we should send the guys after them.”
“There are times Juan when I wish we could do just that.” Eunice said. “They sensationalize everything. The one thing I hope they don't get a hold of is the fact that they boys are involved. The last thing we need is the citizens of Boston getting involved in the Vigilante debate again. There will be a lot more guns on the street if that happens. And in the hands of people who are not nearly as selective in who is evil and who is not.”
“So what now?” Juan asked.
“We go see Smecker. We're going to have suspects but Paul is not about to let this one slip out of his fingers, it's personal. We try to keep Connor and Murphy out of it and they will tear Boston apart at the seams.”
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