Todd jumped in his car and drove away from that neighborhood. He pulled out Tonys cell phone and looked through the recent calls list. There, plain as day was a number dialed fifteen minutes ago, called Angel. He hit the redial.
   "Hello." Answered a mans voice, with a slight Spanish accent.
   "Is this Angel?" Asked Todd.
   "Who is this?" Demanded the voice.
   "It's me. The guy you were looking for. The guy who used to live in Wisconsin. But you didn't know that, because your sources suck. The guy who killed some of your boys. The guy who killed a few more today, that you don't even know about yet. And the guy who's gonna keep killing them, until they're all gone and you are left alone, to stand on the corner selling dime-bags. And then, I'm gonna be the guy who kills you. And you want to know why?" Todd waited. No response. "Hey stupid. Do you want to know why I am doing all of this?"
   "Yeah. tell me why, Todd. Before I kill you, tell me why a Santa Claus looking mother fucker comes all the way from Wisconsin, just to fuck with me."
   "First, let me rephrase your question. It assumes too many things that are not true and therefore, the answer cannot possibly by true. But I guess that's what you get, when you hire a bunch of idiots to do a job. What you mean to ask is, why does a guy from Campbell and LeMoyne dress up as Santa Claus and go around killing punks? That question would be more accurate and that question I could answer. And I will. Not, a guy from Wisconsin. Not, a Santa Claus looking mother fucker. I wasn't even fucking with you, until you fucked with me. Not only that, but my name ain't Todd, it's Alfred. So, you see how many things you had wrong with your question? Now, to answer the real question. I don't like dope dealers selling their bullshit on my corner. I have to live here and I just don't like it. It's that simple."
   Angel cut in. "Bullshit. I know who you are, Todd Bolo. I've got a good source at the police department. And I know that you got busted and then broke out. Not only that, but I am going to be the one who kills you."
   Todds turn. "Your brother is a fucking idiot. He's not a source. The words of an idiot don't count. All he gave you was the wrong guy. Which caused three more of your idiots to get killed. He's even stupider than Tony. At least Tony knew my name."
   Angel started screaming at the phone now. "I'm gonna kill you mother fucker! Where the fuck are you? Come to me and we'll see how bad you are. Yeah, you're a bad ass on the phone. Come and meet me in a dark alley, faggot."
   Todd laughed. "I will. Even though you aren't man enough to fight anyone on your own. That's why you have to hire a bunch of punks. Real men wouldn't work for slime like you. And then you wonder why nothing gets done right." Todd laughed some more. "Ok toughguy. I'm gonna give you a chance to prove what kind of man you are. Meet me on Wabansia and Leavitt at midnight. I'll come alone and you come alone. Two men fighting in an alley. It'll be fun, come on."
   Angel laughed now. "I'll be there and there I will kill you. Bring Santa Claus, because you're going to need him."
   Todd broke in. "You wont come alone, but I will. And you know what's going to be really funny? Even though you wont fight fair, I will still win. And you know why? Because even twenty idiots don't equal one man. You'd have a better chance to beat me one on one, but you're too chicken shit to know that. But I don't care. Either way, you're dead. So come on. Leavitt and Wabansia at midnight." And Todd hung up. He wanted to get the last word in. And he wanted to make Angel squirm.
   Todd laughed to himself, when he thought about Angel cussing out his punks and slamming things, because he just lost another battle, this one, on the phone.