Silas "Silvertongue" Valerius was sitting back against the car seat in the back of a black chevy, sipping his scotch as his driver drove him around. He watches as different types of people walk by

Rich, poor, druggies. Hes seen it all.

He sees the record store and signals him to stop. They parked and opened the door for him.

He gets out and adjusts his suit and walks inside, looking around. He goes to the rock part of the records, touching and looking through.

Humming, distracted. This place was the only place to get away from the mafia world.

He goes to grab a AC/DC record, but a hand touches his at the same time.

He looks.