<em>"Oh Devin.. you don't know how absolutely delighted I am that you made it!"</em>, she coos as she plants a soft little kiss on his cheek when rising on her tiptoes.  He's momentarily engulfed in her very expensive perfume.  He would feel her soft and curvaceous body press against his briefly just before pulling away when they both descend on the group that rain welcoming hellos around them.<br/><br/>A tall distinguished man in his mid 30's regards Geraldine with an obvious hunger in his eyes when she approaches and then swivels a cold glance towards Devin as if he sees him as competition.<br/><br/>The conversation quickly shifts back to the topic that if one were to have listened to 3/4 of the partygoers would have heard most people buzzing about.<br/><br/><em>"It was no shock that  Cal Caponne finally 'bought it' but never expected it to be in a fiery explosion for all to witness and just outside one of the more successful banks in all of Chicago"</em>chirped one matronly lady.<br/><br/>Another partygoer chimed in<em>" Well rumor has it  that he ran a racketeering business that was rivalling Baby Face Melvin's.  What did he expect?"</em><br/><em><br/>"But you know his body was never found!" </em>a small blonde quickly added before being interrupted by her boyfriend.<em> " Yes, the G-men are all over this one.  No body found though, his driver dead and evidence at the scene that he should have been in that fancy packard of his.  No ones seen him since so everyone's assuming he's dead."</em><br/><br/>Geraldine shivers and hugs onto Devin's arm a little tighter.  Her eyes are watering with unshed tears.  It's obvious she knew Cal Caponne well.<br/><br/>The man that had been studying Devin has not said one word until now. He shifts to lean nonchalantly against the phone booth and stares directly at Devin.<em>"Who do  you think did it?"</em>