<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Detective Sergeant Lou Mancuso</div></span></span><br/><br/>Luigi Mancuso spied the commissioner walking out of Babe's diner on Pico. Who had he been meeting with? Two minutes later, the young man, knew as Casey Blake. He'd dealt with the young man before. He had a few minor drug charges. Nothing that stuck. Great left hook; a notable quality. Maybe one day they would have a chance to spar. Some college under his belt with good intentions even though he seemed to fall in with the wrong crowd. Hd was awar e of his dealings with Silverman, a man who helped him on a few homicide cases in the past; one in Hollywood a year ago and previously in Burbank at Lockheed Air Terminal (Bob Hope Airport) back in 48. That was one of his first homicides since making Sergeant.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe the kid's helping the commish with somethin' or maybe the commish is helpin' him?</span>Lou thought to himself. No one called Luigi Mancuso Luigi. It was either Detective Mancuso or simply, Lou.<br/><br/>Silverman supplied him with a note to meet  the Groundhog group at the usual place; a warehouse in Pasadena. Mancuso felt now, was as good a time as any to head over there.<br/><br/>"Hey Lou!" a woman yelled from down the street. She wore a mustard yellow dress ending just below the knee with black patent leather pumps, a plack waist length sweater and matching black cap, that sat towards the back of her shoulder length blonde hair. Her pearl earings matched the pearl necklace draped around her throat. Her blue eyes glistened in the sunlight distinguished by her dimpled smile and beauty mark just above the left corner of her mouth. Her white gloves were the only item that seemed out of place for her attire.<br/><br/>"Daisy!" Lou called back and walked toward her. Her name wasn't Daisy. It was Betty Nickerson. Lou graduated from University High in West LA with her back in '35. She was working Metro-Goldwin-Meyer. Lou wasn't positive as to what exactly here job was, but she came in contact with the likes of Humphrey Bogart,  Gene Kelley, Marilyn Monroe and Frank Sinatra. Lou admired Sinatra's singing voice. He was his favorite. "When you gonna get me in ta' meet Frank!?"<br/><br/>"Frank's back in New York right now," Daisy responded as they got closer. "He's not coming out this way for quite some time." Daisy appeared distracted. "Hey look, Lou, I'd really like to catch up sometime, but I'm sorta in a hurry." She started to walk away and called back, "Call me!"<br/><br/>"Sure thing, Daisy," Lou called after her.<br/><br/>Betty looked at Lou with a big smile, "and stop calling me Daisy! No one has called me that since the 30s!" She laughed as she walked off down the street.<br/><br/>Later that afternoon, he pulled his 1947 Dodge into the familiar parking lot by the warehouse in Pasadena. He recognized Casey Blake's car.<span style="font-style: italic">'Well whatever the commissioner's business with Blake was, he has more with  Silverman. I guess it is time to find out,'</span>Detective Mancuso, placed put the car in first and engaged the parking brake. After exiting the vehicle, he placed his light gray Fedora on his head walking toward door.<br/><br/>He entered the warehouse and headed to the office where the members of Groundhog hung out.