Two-Face stared at me in disbelief, words seeming to fail him. After some time, he faltered, "A-are you... some kind of bigshot?"

“I’m undercover, what do you think?” I chuckled. “But I can let you go without getting approval." I looked at my cell phone and said, "It's ten in the morning and the police will arrive at about two in the afternoon. If you leave before that, I promise not to say a word about you."

Moved by my words, he asked, "Why do you believe me? I mean, what if I’m lying?"

I shook my head, "I believe what I see in your eyes..."

Suddenly, there came a heavy sound of footsteps behind Two-Face who urged me to hide. Scarface was probably making his rounds. There wasn’t a suitable place to hide so I slipped into the gap between the hall stairway and the wall, crouching as low as physically possible.

Two-Face picked up his axe and continued chopping when Scarface entered the courtyard with a loud yell, "You lazy motherfucker!...