Aiden was not sure just how many innocents he had seen die to the bootleggers, far more then the ones that died the last few nights. He had been accused of murder, conspired against and even sided with the enemy to save his hide. Had it non been the mess they were all in, the uneasy peace between the bootleggers, the people and the cops they had on their payroll could have flourished for years. Standing up from the corner of the speakeasy, he reached into his side and drew his CNSR (Colt new service revolver).
Both eyes locked on Trieste.
"Gig's up doll face...I know you are the last one..."
He lifted the gun and placed it right between her eyes and nodded his head regrettably.
"You had to dance with the fucking devil...didn't you...you are the type that could have made one hell of a Ex-wife...any last words?"