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| | Nickolas Rossini | | Nickolas Rossini |
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| − | My home town is Chicago. I grew up there and became a copper as soon as I turned 18. It was hard back then to be an honest cop in a corrupt department. Especially since my mother, a good Irish Catholic girl married one of the mad bad Rossi boys. They met at a school dance and it was love at first sight. It didn’t matter that neither of their parents approved the match.
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| − | I walked the thin line between honest and being on the take for nine years when my luck ran out. My partner’s wife got sick and nothing would help her but a lot of money. So Patrick, my partner and a man I trusted with my life, got into debt with some of my less than savory relatives. He got into debt so bad there was nothing I could do to help him.
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| − | In 1939 Patrick led me into a trap. Since I couldn’t be bought the “Family” decided that I had to die. I was shot in the back by my own partner. I never wanted revenge, but I would have liked to find justice. Even the possibility of Patrick being convicted was ended when he was later gunned down by a hitman.
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| − | The strangest thing about my afterlife is the fact that I’m tied to the material plane. Or at least that’s how some crazy old woman could see me put it. I have a connection to the bullet that shot me. In fact, I was able to go back and find the bullet. It’s the one real thing I can touch easily. I keep on my watch chain, since when you’re dead you don’t need to know the time.
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