The Twins

Bruno Santi was a proud man, and that was his undoing. He believed he was Audie Murphy, charging a machine gun nest, or Jim Brown breaking tackle after tackle on his way to a touchdown. Little did they know that Hans Luden had a tracker on his car and knew exactly where he was.

When he entered the office where Luden worked, he was caught on camera. Within minutes, three burly North Enders surrounded him and led him back to the parking lot. Of course, all the men knew who Santi was, and they were respectful, but they also had work to do. One of the men said,

Mr. Santi, you must leave now. If you do not return, it will be your last visit to this campus, Boston, or anywhere else. I believe you understand me.

Santi couldn’t believe some foot soldiers were pushing him around. He was a general. What was this? Then it hit him that he had been a fool. He never should have gone to MIT alone. What was he thinking? Maybe his days as a criminal were over. He wasn't sure, but he knew he had to handle the Luden. He got in his car and drove across the river on the Southeast Expressway, heading back to Milton. He didn't know who this professor was, but he was more than just a worker at MIT. Now he would head home, talk with friends, and consider what to do next, if anything.

*

Shea Moore felt refreshed. The warm weather was coming, and he had met a girl at nearby Boston University. Anne Lamont was from Litchfield, CT, and she was charming with lots of personality. At first, Shea Moore used the charm tactics he and his brother had developed over the years. The Boston University student ignored him. He talked with his therapist and realized he had been rude. The next time he saw her, he was humbler and more honest. She smiled and said,

You were doing better. Give me a call this week.