Drama.

Yesterday, after a day of work- I came home to find a dead body in my basement.
The forensics truck was parking in my parking lot as I was parking on the street, and I'd noticed that there was yellow police tape all around my backdoor area. When I walked up, I noticed a neighbor smoking by his car, and I asked him what was going on. All he said was that someone died and I immediately thought it was my landlord.

My landlord, Joe- has always seemed to me like a "connected" man. He plays dominos with his grown up male friends across the street in a garage, which could be a chop shop.
It is all very Soprano-ish, he's told me that they dont play for money, and that some of his friends have been in trouble and they've all been friends for like 20 years. They are all cuban and eat dinner from the cuban restaurant across the street. They strictly speak only spanish , I strongly believe it is all the cuban business owners in Logan Square. I mean, goiter man was there! for their 4th of July BBQ party, obviously, this is a very exclusive clique.

But anyways, I thought maybe that Joe really was Someone, and perhaps "someone" decided to "clip his wings", but that wasn't the case. And now I dont know whose body was in the basement but it wasnt my landlord and he wasnt arrested.... then Who died?? and Who killed him?

While trying to get upstairs, I asked one of the dectectives if everything was OK, and all He said " we found a body. " and let me go upstairs. I later saw them roll the marron body bag out the front door.