It was the second Tuesday night of the month which meant the Board of the Church of the Most Holy Named Saint was in session. As usual, ‘The Most Reverent Bishop’ Albert Stanley was presiding and sitting at the head table, which was raised a few feet above the table where the rest of the members of the board were seated.
The lesser members of the board were in a heated discussion about who was responsible for allowing the land, which adjoined the Bishop's holdings, to slip through their fingers before the Bishop had a chance to buy it. Bishop Stanley had gone to ‘great lengths’ to force his former neighbor to the north to sell his land and now the land was out of the Bishop's reach once again. After half an hour of this wrangling, Bishop Stanley stood up and called an end to the bickering.
"Come to order! With colleagues like you, I don't feel like I need any enemies! If I didn't know how much all of you need me, I'd think you were working against me!
As you all know, the property in question butts up against my land on the north-west section. This is in the vicinity of where we hold our special activities and some of our underground storage areas also extend under that property. I don't believe there's any danger of the new owners snooping around into our business but I would feel a lot better if I owned the property. Old man Myers put the property on the market at such a low price that someone snapped it up before I had a chance to get it. He did it just to spite me! I'm sure of it! With all the mistakes and losses that have been going on lately, I would almost think there's a ringer in our midst."
"Now, let's get down to old business. The end of this week is when we put on the bash for the ‘Big Boys’ from New York. We have to get the accommodations ready and tighten up security around the valley. We wouldn't want any uninvited guests coming in and shooting up our paying guests or our prize fighting stock, now would we!
Brother Butler, I believe you have the intelligence report on our new neighbor. Please give us that information now."
A tall, thin man rose from his chair and began to address the Bishop and the rest of the board.
"Our investigators tell us the person who bought the property is a ‘Jess Whitson’, thirty five years old and wife ‘Carol’, thirty four. They have two male children, ages eight and ten. He has worked in the electronics repair field for the last fifteen years and he earns a pitiful twenty thousand dollars a year. Some how, the family has saved enough to able to pay cash for the property. That's why they were able to take over the property so quickly. The family is moving from the metropolitan area because they profess to be Christians and they object to the moral climate in the city."
"My best guess is, the family should pose no problem to our enterprises. If they do cause us any problems, we can seal them off and take care of them at a later date after our guests have left the valley."
The thin man sat down and closed his case file.
"O. K. Brother Butler, Thank you for the report."
The Bishop continued the meeting with other kinds of old business, a few items of new business and closed the meeting by giving his generals the assignments that had to be completed before the Mafia came to the valley.
"Now, each of you has been given orders. Get your people together and get organized so you can all be ready to get started in the morning." The meeting broke up and the Bishop's trusted commanders dispersed in all directions to carry out the orders of the Great Man. The Bishop was feeling very confident about the up coming festivities, and he felt sure the mob would feel they were getting their money's worth. He had some very special events planned, as well as the usual male and female prostitutes ready for service. He was sure this would be one of his greatest events ever and also one of the most profitable for himself.