The Man in the Suit

Mr. Teloni has place the wrong bet. Very short.
In the middle of this park the grass is a dark healthy green. Here sits an idle bench with a man, Mr. Teloni, he is a big name in the gambling business. He sits alone, reading the newspaper. A man in a black suit walks up to him at the bench, "Excuse me, may I sit here?" Mr. Teloni doesn't look up and only nods. There is an uneasy silence in the air between these two.

"Perfect weather here today, birds chirping and the sun is shining. Life is more than what we deserve, we take it for granted. However, Mr. Teloni, it's a beautiful day to be alive." Mr. Teloni looks back and at the man in the suit, he doesn't know what to think, "How do you know my name?" The man in the suit looks at him and says, "I know more than you think Mr. Teloni. I know you were an orphan as a child, and grew up in the rather rough parts of Chicago. I know how frustrated you are with life, your wife, and you children, along with everything else in your worthless existence."

Mr. Teloni is starting to get nervous, "L... Listen I know this is a joke, who is doing this?" The man in the suit looks at him, "You prefer your house to be heated at exactly 68 degrees." Mr. Teloni stands up and starts to leave the parks, and the man in the suit starts to talk loudly, "I know that you fix horse races at the track downtown. That way you and the other rich bastards can steal money from every average man that bets. You're making money off the unsuspecting public. Stealing money form unsuspecting, honest men like me." Mr. Teloni fearfully starts to run towards the exit. The suit man starts to yell, "This time, Mr. Teloni, you screwed over the wrong person!" The man in the suit slowly stands and starts after Mr. Teloni, and he reaches into his pocket grabbing the gun.