My wife‘s cooking must be getting worse as she gets older; this lasagna tastes like carpet. We got a hell of a problem Ricky. What use is she if she can't cook? Oh, and the assassin too. I mused to myself. I must think of a way to lure him out into the open. I left my brain to its thoughts as I choked down every last fiber of cold lasagna. This assassin was a plague brought upon my city. He haunted her darkest corners; slowly draining the life from her while quickly draining the life from her citizens. Like any parasite, he was silent and stealthy. His greatest asset is making it appear that he belongs. And also, much like a parasite, he made my city itch with fear and compulsion. He must be dealt with.

“How do you get rid of fleas George?” No answer. It was clear he wasn't following my analogy. George was always a little slow, and a little quiet. I never completely trusted him. “You wash them out!” Still nothing. What was wrong with this guy?! “Can't you see? I'll pour my guards into every nook and cranny of this city. We'll let her be filled until she's nearly bursting with our forces!”

I stopped talking to George and immediately took to diagramming the necessary plans. It is imperative that guards stare intently in one direction, because hey, what if they miss something? I'll put a guard on every rooftop and have packs of them roam the alleys around predictable but safe city blocks. The plan, in all its majesty, is flowing from my fingers like a beautiful — something that flows from fingers.

Haha, take that.

“Hold my calls George. There's just one piece of the puzzle I have left to decipher. I'm going to stake out the Votini's.” George didn't respond, per usual.

“Inspector!” Sofia's shrill bark grated on my ears, clearly I had surprised her. “Why did you just stuff a folded piece of paper into my cleavage? What is this, some kind of drawing? Did you take this off a retarded kid?”

“That's enough Sofia, you can tell me how much you like it later. I need you to quickly get this over to the guard house. It is of the utmost importance, and you should treat it as such. What you hold in your grasp will be the key to uncovering the identity of—What the hell are you doing?!”