It was getting late, and the sun had already disappeared enough to leave the city dull and lightless. To make matters worse, it was starting to rain - not properly, but there was irritating, consistent drops falling from the sky, like a message telling everybody that a storm was about to explode.
Raul stood in an alleyway behind a grimey bar, his hood pulled up over his head and a cigarette poking from his mouth. Looking at his watch, he sighed. The Spaniard had arranged to meet Leear, the FBI agent at this exact spot. He was supposed to give him any info he'd gotten so far about the killer, and to show him that he hadn't tried to flee the country... it was something that had to be done, no matter how much he disliked the idea...
Leear walked around the corner and saw Raul "Fucking hell man you look like a rapist pull it down" He walked up to him and smiled "What you got on him so far? And dont leave anything out" He got straight to the point, he hated gettin wet.
When Leear arrived, Raul chucked his cigarette to the floor and dragged it out before turning to the FBI agent. For a few seconds, he said nothing, and merely took in a breath, leaving his hood up for the sake of not getting too wet from the rain. "Nada" he said simply with a shrug of his shoulders "... and what have you found?". Raul hoped that at least the FBI had been trying to solve the case too... or maybe they just wanted Raul behind bars anyway...
"Nothing, not with lack of trying though, the rest of the FBI are fucking wankers" He laughed a little and lit a fag covering it with his hand from the rain "Want one?" He asked offering him a ciggarete "Any ideas or leads or anything?"
Raul sighed and rubbed his chin for a moment. Maybe he could pack up his things and flee? No. He'd built up too much of a reputation and was doing too well for himself here to run away. This thing would unravel itself sooner or later.
Nodding at the offer of a cigarette, he reached out and took it with a grunt of thanks and pulled out a lighter to spark it up. "It could be anybody. Anyone who has it in for me or any of my business associates." he said simply after a drag of his cigarette "But one thing's for certain... this wasn't a hired hitman. This was your average street thug. It wasn't a clean or quick job... it was kicking the shit out of someone." The Spaniard paused. He wanted to mention the decoy he had killed from the Provenzano family, some guy that had been running his mouth about being the key to the downfall of the DiLeonardos, but Raul didn't trust Leear enough.