Warner

         Mojo awoke on the couch in the living space of his recording studio, facedown on his stomach, the rays of the early morning sun hurting his eyes.           As he sat up and remembered what had happened the night before, his head hurt even more. She  doesn't have anything, or else she wouldn't have been talking to you, he thought. Detective Dana White of Warner Homicide had taken him out for dinner and told him her theory about a mystery man who'd taken out Roady and possibly 3 others.               Mojo scratched his head and checked the tray on the coffee table by the couch to see if there was anything to smoke to cure his hangover, finding half a joint. It just so happened her theory on the mystery man was 100 percent correct, at least Mojo was pretty sure it was. He hadn't actually seen Eddie kill  Roady and Kyle's other brother, but he knew what he had planned for Kyle P...

         'Mr. Pagano you've confessed to a number of very serious crimes, half a dozen murders, drug dealing extortions, loansharking, and some of the victims families feel like you serving the sentence that you did,  5 years, is something of a slap in to the memory of their love ones that you could commit these crimes and walk away with such a light sentence. How do you respond to these kinds of comments?' The reporter had his most serious intellectual face on as he asked Gerry Pagano, who was in the television studio with  sunglasses and a blazer.               'Well, first and foremost let me say no, I don't feel anything for them. These so called 'Victims,'  every fucking person I had to put in the ground knew what the game was that they were in and knew the consequences of said game. Hell, if circumstances were different, it easily could have been me buried in some wiseguy's backyard, or worse, cut up i...