"First off, we need freedom of movement. I'll assume they were clean?" He asked Alessandro matter-of-factly, referring to the weapons that the police were sure to find in the room upstairs and on Marco's person upstairs.

"So was he," Alessandro nodded, confirming. Well, that was one small mercy at least, though he would have thought much the less of them if that hadn't been the case.

Outside the room, the police were still making their way through interviews with the witnesses, who no doubt gave suitably garbled renditions that possibly resembled the actual events very vaguely while the lawyers attempted to redeem their exorbitant fees by arguing for the release of any incidental (read: incompetent) mob members who had happened to be caught up in this investigation without managing to escape.

"What was Marco's back up?" He asked softly, glancing at his watch. "I know he didn't have only the one contingency in place." He nodded at Barelli's still, furious form.

"The building is insured quite heavily in case of fire - both accidental and arson," Alessandro replied.

"Oh, well, that's something, isn't it?"