The Irishman

Four men surrounded the Delacroix Estate at one in the morning. Each was dressed in black military apparel and armed with submachine guns. They hit the safe in the master bedroom first, then cleaned out the jewelry box, some paperwork from the den, and waltzed out with a high-end piece of expressionist art.

Detective Peters walked through the crime scene with Mitch Delaney. He explained what they believed happened, pointing to the areas most heavily hit, hoping that Delaney would offer insights into anything they might have missed.

As he ground his teeth together, his anger boiling, Mitch looked through the rooms one by one, picturing the four men hitting the Delacroix house. Mitch had been there many times before, so he knew the place well.

"I'm sorry to ask this, but are you aware of any enemies the Delacroix family might have..." the detective started to ask.

"No."

"Mitch, they were slaughtered. This was a professional crew. They hit the goods to make it look like a robbery but missed the surveillance cameras. Whoever they are, they're good."

"Yes, detective," sighed Mitch. "I believe you're right. They're good."

"So," asked the detective, "will you?"

"Kill them, yes I will."