Free Vendetta by Jennifer Moulton

But even just for that brief second, Williams saw it, and knew it was the real deal. He made his decision. This man needed his help, and his gut feeling told him it was the right thing to do.
         “Yes, I am. I’m willing to help you,” Williams stated.
         “Wonderful, I thank you. I also appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. Would you be able to come to my home tomorrow to discuss this further?” Mark asked.
         “Absolutely, is there a time that’s more convenient than others?” Detective Williams was exhausted and ready to call it a night, or a day actually. It was nearly 2:00 a.m.
         “No, anytime is good, let me give you my card,” Mark sensed that the Detective was ready to go.
         Mark wrote down his address on the back of a restaurant business card and gave it to Detective Williams. They stood and began walking towards the doors. “I’ll call you first thing in the morning Detective,” Mark said.
         “Formalities aside, my friends call me Williams,” he extended his hand to Mark.
         “During and after my football years, everyone called me Williams like it was my first name. I‘m sure a solid young man like you played a little ball in high school, you understand!” He joked lightly as Mark walked him out.
         “You would have thought my name was Williams, Williams,” he continued.
         “Well, we have something in common then, Williams,” Mark held the door open and Williams stepped out.
          “My friends call me Mark, and that isn’t my real name either,” he smiled.
     
     
                                         
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                       CHAPTER 5
                               ONCE UPON A TIME
     
         Williams showed up at Mark’s house the following morning at 9:00 a.m. sharp. They sat across from each other at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, as Mark began his story. Williams patiently waited and anticipated what this man needed to tell him. He was intrigued, to say the least.
         “My real name is Vincenzo Santoro Lentini. Along with my daughter Lily, I have been in a witness relocation program for the last thirteen years. I testified in a murder trial that convicted Leonardo Vanzetti of two counts of first degree murder. I essentially helped put away my sister and his own brother’s killer.”
         “Leo was a known trouble maker, and was involved in a mess of illegal activity. He was also connected to drug trafficking and local arms dealers. Leo’s parents went bankrupt paying for his defense lawyers. They had tried to say that he was mentally incompetent to stand trial for the murders, but his psych evaluation proved otherwise. The Defense had conjured up all these crazy notions that supposedly explained how his actions were the direct influence of the DRUGS and not the conscious decision of the MAN that committed the murders. They presented an interesting argument that if they rehabilitated the man from drugs, then it would eliminate the threat, and he would no longer be a menace to society. They put up a good fight, even if it was a losing battle. He was convicted of two counts of first degree murder.”
         “ But, on the day of sentencing, however, the Judge obviously sympathized with Leo‘s parents. They told stories of emotional and financial difficulty. They lost not only their youngest son, their family restaurant and now their oldest son to the prison system. Shortly after the trial was over, Mr. Vanzetti, Leo’s father, suffered a fatal heart attack,” Mark respectively lowered his head.
         “Leo was given life WITH the possibility of parole, serving no less than twelve years. He would receive treatment for his drug addiction and his anger issues there. He was to be a candidate for a new rehabilitation program in the