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Both men were killed when the crane jammed and they fell fifty floors to the ground. Now back to the studio. Four days wasted in Chicago waiting to testify against Matteo Ginevra had been bad enough, but more than this he was incensed at the thought of a guilty man going free. Jerry Davis was the third, and most crucial, of the prosecution witnesses to recant their evidence. Roscoe was in no doubt all three had been bought off - and that the Ginevra family fortune had cast a long shadow over the trial.
Two years earlier, as the recently appointed global head of security for Tribeca Luxury Hotels, a chain of the twenty-eight most exclusive hotels across the world, Roscoe had been in Chicago as a member of the team charged with developing the latest addition to the group's luxury portfolio.
With the hotel under construction in the city's downtown district, Roscoe had been responsible for the security structure in and around the hotel's core. Regularly home to some of the world's most powerful and influential people, all Tribeca Luxury Hotels were built with a security foundation that offered the greatest possible level of resistance to the terror threats in existence across the modern world.
That afternoon, as he walked from the hotel along the banks of the Chicago River, Roscoe had seen Matteo Ginevra drinking heavily in one of the newly opened riverside bars. Knowing Ginevra was heading up the Tribeca construction team, Roscoe had felt uncomfortable.
But, telling himself Ginevra was the son of Enzo Ginevra and that the Ginevra Construction Group was one of the biggest global partners of Tribeca Luxury Hotels, he had convinced himself Matteo was finished for the day and walked on. It was a moment's decision that had stayed with him every day for the next two years.
While Roscoe had sat and eaten lunch by the river, an intoxicated Ginevra had returned to the construction site. Surrounded by his entourage, he had started to goad two of the men working on the site. Relishing an opportunity to exhibit his power in front of his devotees, Matteo had bullied the two construction workers into riding unsecured up the outside of the new skyscraper.
The scene Roscoe had discovered when he returned an hour later was one he could still see each time he closed his eyes. The mangled bodies of the two construction workers had lain shattered in pools of their own blood, having plunged over fifty floors onto the newly constructed sun terrace that overlooked the graceful river.
Now, watching the news report, his anger and frustration surfaced once more. In attempting to deliver a hotel that would provide the ultimate in security for its future guests, he had not provided that same security to the men charged with its construction. He had failed them. Listening to the end of the news report, he could still hear Matteo's voice from that tragic afternoon: 'Dead Hispanics are nothing more than a cost of doing business in the construction trade,' he had said to Roscoe as he walked away from the scene.
Roscoe wouldn't rest until Matteo Ginevra was behind bars. His attention was drawn to a teenage girl hurtling out of the front of the building. With no regard for her own safety, she ran through the airport traffic, slamming her hand against the hood of Roscoe's car. Roscoe's driver jammed on his brakes and Roscoe was hurled forward against the cab's partition, only his outstretched arm breaking his fall.
And then, almost instantly, the cab was hit from behind. Roscoe was tossed forward, his head crashing into the divide. He felt a pain rip through his right shoulder. Roscoe turned to see two police officers exit the terminal building in pursuit of the girl. She can be beholden to me any time she likes,' he added, laughing to himself.
The driver's last comment was lost on Roscoe, who was already opening his door. Car horns blared and frustrated drivers shouted at the stacked-up vehicles around them, as he ducked through the traffic in pursuit of the girl. He glanced behind to see the two police officers now with their weapons drawn. With more snow now lying on the ground, he saw one of the officers take a Bambie-style slide across the road, his feet suddenly flying above his head.