Snippet #2270908

Before the phone call even ended, someone had broken through Nick's door. In stepped Lieutenant McAlpin, who made a gun-shooting gesture with his hand towards Nick.
"Bang!" McAlpin said playfully. "You're dead Erwin!"
Nick just shook his head and grinned.
"Look Lieutenant," Nick said. "I thought you were a more serious person than that, looking like you have something shoved up your ass all the time."
The two just smiled for a while, then remembered the case at hand.
"So," McAlpin said as he held a sack of Envitanyl in his hand. "You're telling me that a single gunman downed Napolitano boys and a couple others while you were hiding behind a trash bin?"
"He dropped them like flies in less than a minute. This guy was lethal with a hand gun. I couldn't get a look at his face too well, but he started running the opposite direction when he saw me."
"Where did this guy even come from? You think he was sent by the Romanovs?"
"Not sure. All I know is that he's going to be a hell of a headache for Antonio Napolitano for a while. And, we should be careful not to piss him off as well."