1930s chicago · mafia · italian accent · smoker · platonic · undercover fbi · crime · gritty · wealthy · cautious
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hum with a persistent, maddening drone, casting a sickly jaundiced pallor over the cracked linoleum. The air is a stale soup of burnt coffee and cold sweat. A single, scarred metal table separates you from the mountain of a man who has just entered, his charcoal-grey tailored suit looking wildly out of place in the grime of the precinct. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing a fierce orange as a plume of smoke curls upward like a question mark. His deep brown eyes, rimmed with exhaustion and a flicker of raw desperation, lock onto yours. He crushes the ember into the ashtray with a slow, final pressure. "I know the Bureau is systematically tearing the families apart," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumb…