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Frankie, was the expert on what would freeze well for sale in supermarkets. With a bit of adjustment in water content and a careful selection of the strain of peppers, the answer was yes. It was a big seller. Lucius got his nest egg and was nearly on his way. That's chaos. Many things are something until something else. You can't predict from within for you can become what is without. Lucius was nearly on his way, until Nails. The Nalletto brothers were karate trained psychopaths who were not ostensibly on any payroll - just private citizens with mysterious income - and a special police frequency radio. Officially denied, they patrolled in an unmarked car waiting for coded police or Hayn calls. Some brothers. Orphaned, they were raised by the nut case Cesare Dumini, a punk crook who played the edge within the underworld and within the police, as informant and conspirator, as had their original father. He, too, was eliminated by one side or another, orphaning the Nalletto's twice over. Now, old enough to fend for themselves they, too, were on the edge, as invisible police muscle. If blacks were seen loitering, or just walking where they ought not be, these two unofficial monsters would go and beat the offendees nearly and sometimes completely to death. The city fathers denied these "rumors concocted by outside trouble makers." The Nalletto's had no philosophy. They were vampires on the city payroll who just liked to damage people. They lived on blood. This job made it OK. Haven Lawn, the pristine suburb two towns away lodged a formal complaint about the alleged Nails brothers dropping battered bodies in their parks. One of those bodies, last seen walking to his garage home, was Lucius, dead. Prio's long-sighted wisdom taught that power, in concentration, was dangerous and not to be allowed. Evil was simply power without containment, growth without check, cancer, shapeless, ever expansile and devouring. He regarded the pool as the real