I had just begun taking off my jacket when the door quietly opened and two men slipped swiftly into the room. One was Frankie. The other I was seeing for the first time and not liking what I saw. Both were armed. Frankie had changed his toy for a mansized .38, which he held in his gloved right hand. No one spoke a word. The stranger tilted his gun toward the center of my face. Frankie swung his at the girl on the bed, planted his feet...