As he walked up the stairwell to the office, it felt eerie. Something had happened.

When he opened the unlocked door he already knew Vickey wouldn't be there.

He went in prepared, fist clenched. He would have to keep the intruder at arms distance in case they had a 

knife

.

Greco tiptoed at sprint speed, charging at the enemy he imagined being there but there was nobody. Just a note left for him, written in a hand he didn't recognize.

"Greco. If you want to see Vicky alive come down to Ferdinand Park. You have until 1 AM"

Ferdinant Park? Greco thought to himself. Why the hell would anyone want to meet there at this hour? It was filled with hobos and strung out junkies. And what did this stranger want from him? There were no demands. All the note said was for him to be at a location by a certain time. He checked the back of the note to see if there were further instructions but found nothing.

Damn. He checked his wristwatch. He had about 30 minutes. The park wasn't far off, but he still needed to run one errand. He needed to get a 

gun

in case he would be jumped. He didn't know if anyone he knew with a gun would be awake at this hour. So instead he had to go to the local gun store and buy one.

The man behind the counter was old and skinny. The kind of man who looked like he smoked 

cigarettes

all day. In fact he was smoking one as he was selling Greco the 

9 mm

. It came with 18 bullets. That should be enough he thought.

By the time he'd gotten his gun he now had only 15 minutes to get to the park. He could make it there in a brisk walk.