You’re on a night stroll in Chicago. You wander until you reach the park, where you sit down on a bench. Suddenly you hear some commotion not far from where you’re seated. When you go to check it out, you see a couple of people gathered together.

The situation seems odd, but you recognize one of the people to be a miscreant. Suddenly, something goes off and you see a fight breakout. Worried about getting shot in the crossfire, you decide it’s time to go. But as you turn to leave, you’re caught and knocked out. All you can remember is a bumpy ride and pieces of whispered discussions.

You wake up in a chair and start to look around, though everything’s a little fuzzy. Once your vision was clear again, you look up only to notice the man, sitting in a chair at the large desk in front of you. You recognize the man to be William Stevens, mayor candidate. You’d seen him on news. He grins before speaking, “hi there.”

He cuts straight to the point, even if you had just woke up, “my men tell me you saw something you shouldn’t have, is this true?”

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his desk. His hands, clasped together. The edges of his lips curved up, his eyes slightly squinted, looking at you with his head tilted. The expression on his face, telling all you needed to know.

“I haven’t all the time in the world here, I’m quite a busy man,” he pushed aside some papers. “Could tell me do me a favor, and tell me what you saw out there, sweetheart? And please, don’t leave out any of the small details…” There was a glimmer of slyness behind his eyes.