The drive to the brownstone was silent.
Tony insisted on going despite his injuries. The paramedics patched him up enough - bandages, he refused pain medication, and Morrison provided transport with an FBI escort.
But when we arrive, I wish we hadn't come.
The brownstone was gone. It was damaged or burned... just gone.
Where Tony's grandmother's house stood for over a century, there was just... rubble, smoking debris, and flames still flickering in pockets. The foundation was exposed like an open wound.
Both neighboring brownstones were damaged as well, with the windows blown out and the facades cracked but still standing. Marie's bomb was precisely placed, it was focused and designed to destroy one specific target - and that was Thomas Marvin.
There were fire trucks everywhere, ambulances, and NYPD barricades. Neighbors were in robes and pajamas, their faces shocked, as they were questioned by police.
