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there along with a calendar indicating a date ten days away. That same calendar was marked with names from the prosecutors office. These sycophants all had their hands in the till, engaged in all sorts of pay off schemes that traded on the public trust. Prio had no respect for them. Nino despised them. Prio, Nino, they had no problem with power, they could not abide liars. The prosecutor's response? "A line? They're not dealing with some patsy." True. They weren't. Donzia was a big boy, had his own muscle, and was tight with Hayn, from whom his real power derived. However, the prosecutor was dealing with Nino. Who he was did not matter. What Nino was, mattered. That and that alone. That was the point not appreciated. That's the blindness of arrogance. It only sees itself. On the eleventh day, prosecutor Donzia, bad boy Billy, and the entire prosecutorial staff were discovered, at dawn, arranged on the line with their heads twisted backward. Each corpse sported a black line - shoulder to shoulder. Each grimace gripped a slice of Billy's organ. Nino was not subtle. Nothing general had been declared. There were no public warnings. Nevertheless, rape in Patterstown became a very rare event. And don't look in the archives for this event. You won't find it, just disconnected and vague obituaries. One of the last similar black lines, in this town, was drawn when mayor Thomas Stone Jr., decided to sponsor an out of nowhere legislative proposal which would have disallowed proprietors of businesses from investing in or owning trucking operations, as conflicts of interest. His. The clear gambit was to get the trucking kick backs for city councilors. This of course, also meant that all the good will in the trucking union and merchant arrangements would be wiped away. Hayn was testing his and the Prio family