The crime

"There's no one here", said Luka.

Snow was piled several inches on top of every flat surface in sight; benches, trees, everything. It was cold too, but there wasn't any wind. That helped, but it also left things eerily still. Even the sounds of the city were muted to almost nothing. The gas lamps could only must a pale yellow glow over the park benches. Footprints meandered around the benches where bums had been and gone. No one who was worth anything was out here now though.

"Why the hell should there be anyone here?" Said Benny. He was an unapologetic complainer. There wasn't anything happening in the world that he couldn't find something to gripe about. This time though he had a point.

"Look Luka. Bugsy and Meyer have pulled out of this town; moved on to bigger and better things. You just can't expect stuff to stay the same forever."

"I miss the good old days though. There was something about shaking down the good kids and taking their dough."

"Heh, you are talking about a long time ago. So why the hell are we hanging out here anyway?"

The look on Luka's face was one of deep thought. An impressive feat for someone of his low IQ.

"This is where I first met Meyer Lansky. He believed in me. Thought I would have a place in his organization."

"Luka, you know he meant it. Whatever Meyer may have done in his life he always kept his word."

"Yeah, but he ain't around here anymore."

"We shouldn't be around here either. Let's go shake down some of those good kids you were talking about."