Brooklyn District. A red brick apartment building.
Four people were seated around the dining table in the center of the room.
Barney was anxiously running a hand through his hair, his other finger jabbing at a map of Pennsylvania spread across the tabletop.
"We can't delay any longer."
Barney's voice was hushed.
"Luigi has been in the attic for three days. Every minute he's here, the risk of exposure increases. I saw the news. They've started a statewide search in Pennsylvania. They know Luigi is here."
Rosa sat opposite him.
She clutched a Cross tightly, her lips moving silently, as if praying to the Holy Mother Mary for some kind of miracle.
"He's just a boy," Rosa said suddenly. "He had a fever last night. We can't just stand by and watch him get caught."
"Of course we won't."
Barney cut her off.
But right now, he needed a plan, not tears.
"The key right now is the route."
