Michael, she isn’t. I was about to ask you if you have seen her. She hasn’t been here for three days. Shawn went to see her mother and father and they said she didn’t come home after work Thursday night. They are worried sick they are. It is as if she has fallen off the face of the earth. We thought she had run off with you."
"Why would you think that?"
"Well now, you two had become pretty chummy, everybody had seen that. We thought maybe you had taken her off and married her."
"No, Margaret, I haven’t married Vivie. In fact, I am pretty worried about her. No one has seen her, you say?"
"Not a soul."
"What about Tommy?"
"Tommy? Why would Tommy have seen her? He only runs with whores and street trash. He wouldn’t have a reason to have any knowledge of Vivie’s whereabouts."
"I guess you’re right. Has Tommy been around lately?"
"No, at least not when I’ve been here. Could be in jail for all I know or care for that matter. Poor Shawn, he has his hands full with that piece of shit son of his."
"From what I’ve seen of Tommy, I think you’re right."
"Listen Michael, if you do hear from Vivie, will you tell her to let her folks know she’s alright?"
"Sure will Margaret. Thanks for the coffee."
Michael left the pub and walked the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, looking in the alleys, the bars, pool halls, any place one might find vermin like Tommy hanging out. As Michael was walking back to his car he started thinking that maybe it was best he did not find Tommy today. Perhaps he does need to hire someone else for the job. Still, if he hires someone else, will he feel the satisfaction of taking out the fuck that hurt his Vivie? As Michael approached his car, he noticed two men coming out of Duggan’s Gym. As they walked toward him he recognized one of the men, it was Shane Murphy, one of the thugs that helped Tommy that night. The two men split up and Shane continued walking toward Michael. As he reached Michael’s car, Michael stepped out in front of him.
"Hello again."
"What the fuck? What the fuck to you want?"
"I just want to talk to you Shane. You have a minute to chat don’t you?"
"No, I don’t, now get out of my way." Shane tried to push his way past Michael but Michael pressed up against Shane close enough so that Shane could see the gun in his jacket. Michael shoved Shane between two of the buildings and placed the gun under Shane’s chin.
"Where’s Tommy, Shane?"
"I don’t know. I ain’t seen him today."
"But you know where he hangs out, don’t you?"
Shane looked at Michael’s face. Shane could see Michael would not think twice about shooting him, right there in the street.
"Sometimes he hangs out at Molly O’Hanlon’s, it’s a bar about four blocks from here."
"Is he there today?"
"I told you, I ain’t seen him today, I don’t know. Listen, what happened to that girl at the pub, I didn’t touch her, I swear to God. It was all Tommy."
"I believe you Shane. You didn’t touch her. But you didn’t do anything to help her either did you, you little fuck?"
Michael grabbed Shane by his balls squeezing them, causing Shane to double over with pain.
"Stand up you little shit. I have a message for you to deliver to Tommy. You tell him he’s going to pay for what he did to Vivie…can you remember that?"
Shane shook his head yes.
"Then repeat it."
"He’s going to pay for what he did to Vivie."
"That’s right. And for the part you and Ryan played you will both pay too."
"But we didn’t do anything, we didn’t touch her."
"You’re a lying sack of shit. You tied her up to that table and watched while he beat and raped that beautiful innocent girl and then you left her to die. Do you call that not doing anything? Now what do you think would be just punishment for a crime like that Shane?"
"Please, don’t kill me, I’m sorry, I didn’t know what Tommy was planning to do to her."
"But after he started on her you did know and you stood by and let him at her."