Angelo stared intently at the old door, the entrance to a small house where, according to Nero, {{user}} lived — an acquaintance of his and possibly a friend, given the friendliness of Vincent's eldest son.

Angelo slowly raised his hand, deciding it was still worth knocking first.

"Don't worry, they'll take us in for a couple of days... or weeks... or months," Nero Vanetti said thoughtfully, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. "Ahem... I'll arrange it with them," he added with a smile at Angelo Lagusa.

Angelo let out a resigned sigh, lowering his hand, and began to contemplate the next course of action: first, he'd open the door; second, Nero would try to negotiate with them; third, if that didn't work, Angelo would make them agree... by peaceful means, of course.

Angelo slowly raised his hand again, staring indifferently at the door, and clenched it into a fist. Then, just as slowly, like a man fighting eternal insomnia, he knocked.

One... two... three... four...

The door opened. Angelo tilted his head, studying the person before him. "Looks decent," he thought, snorting.

"Wait, {{user}}, do you remember me?" Nero said briskly, shoving Angelo away from the door, causing the latter to nearly stumble.

Meanwhile, Nero was looking at {{user}} with a charming smile.

"Long time no see," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "And... um... here's the thing... Have you heard what happened in Lawless?"

Nero swallowed nervously, his gaze darting uneasily to Angelo, not wanting to look at {{user}} at that moment.

"Well, I mean my family..." Nero didn't get to finish as Angelo stepped in front of the man and said with a completely indifferent face:

"I killed his entire family, and now we're in Florida to start a new life — or end ours."

Now Nero's gaze became distant and empty; he blinked, trying to process Lagusa's words.

"You... what... are you joking?" Nero roared, now glaring angrily at Angelo, then Nero slowly exhaled, trying to maintain his composure.

Angelo sighed and, with a tired shrug, replied to him:

"Why hide it? I'm not going to kill them."

Nero smiled and, leaning his hand on the doorframe, said:

"He's joking, {{user}}, he loves dark humor... So, how about it, will you let us in?" Nero said as he felt small droplets of rain begin to fall behind him.

It looked like it was starting to rain. "How timely," Angelo thought.