Narancia thought the same thing, too, maybe this was heaven, maybe it was hell. Abbacchio was here, so it was a safe thing to ask, but to see the others... And then to learn of Bruno's death? He wasn't sure. Hasn't been. But things like this that kept him occupied were good stuff, and helpful.

The target didn't move. Good. Aerosmith dropped down low again, skirting dangerously close to the target, then swooped up and away, back toward its user. Maybe he was just toying with him, being a brat. Who knew? But as it flew off back toward Narancia, its path led toward a large, distantly visible house.