It took a while for me to stop crying so that we could leave the funeral. Eventually though, I wiped my eyes and Jay led me back to his car with his arm around my waist for support.

Jay and Maria had both been watching over me after my parents had died, and they were the ones who had taken me to the funeral. I wasn't sure if it was just them doing their jobs, or if they actually cared. But either way, it was nice spending time with them.

When we reached the car park, Jay unlocked his car and opened the back door for me to get inside. He had an unmarked dark grey Ford Mustang police car. It looked really fast, but he always drove carefully when I was in the back.

Once I had sat in the back seat, Jay closed the door. Then he and Maria got into the front seats. When we had all clipped in our seat belts, Jay started driving back towards the Jones' house where I was staying.

After a short drive, Jay turned into my street and pulled up outside of the Jones' house. He quickly got out and came round to open my door for me. I had learned the first time they had given me a ride that you can't open the back doors of a police car from the inside. It's so that when they are transporting people they have arrested, they can't just open the door and run away.

I went inside the house, and Mrs Jones invited Jay and Maria to come in for a coffee. We all went to the kitchen, where Mrs Jones had laid out some sandwiches and cakes. I sat down at the table, with my head down and my hair hiding my face, while the others got cups of coffee. They then walked further away so that I wouldn't hear what they were speaking about.

"So how is the case going, Detective Collins?" Mrs Jones asked, quietly. "Have you any leads?"

Jay sighed. "Some. But we can't do much about it," he said.

I pretended to keep sobbing at the table, but at the same time I listened intently to what they were saying. I could just make out the words, even though they were whispering.

"What do you mean?" Mr Jones asked, with a more forceful whisper.

Jay sighed again and put down his coffee cup. "We can identify two of the people who were in the house," he said. "There were fingerprints on the gun and on the door handle that match two known Mafia members."

"So you've arrested them?" Mr Jones asked.

"No, the DA says we don't have enough to charge them," said Jay, with a resigned sigh. "We can maybe pin the kidnapping charge on them, but their lawyers will probably get them off with a plea deal."

I stopped sobbing when I heard that. My sadness had been replaced by anger. The police knew who had killed my parents, but they were not going to do anything about it. I couldn't believe what they were saying. The anger built up inside me. My chance of revenge was slipping away. But if the police wouldn't stop them, I would have to do it myself.

I stood up and quietly walked across to where the others were talking.

"Who are they?" I asked.

Jay looked at me for a moment without speaking. His eyes narrowed while he seemed to be thinking carefully about what he should say.

From behind him, Maria spoke up before he could stop her. "The fingerprints on the gun belonged to Lucas Salvatore," she said. "And the blood and fingerprints we lifted from the backdoor belonged to Antonio Poletti."

Jay turned and glared at her, then gave a resigned sigh. He obviously hadn't intended on giving so many details, but now it seemed too late so he might as well tell everything.

"The names are not important," said Jay. "They are members of the Salvatore family. Very dangerous, and well connected."

In my mind I pictured a gravestone. The names Lucas Salvatore and Antonio Poletti were etched into the stone.

When I looked up, I noticed that Jay was staring at me. I tried to quickly calm down my dark thoughts and appear relaxed.

"I don't know what you are thinking of doing, but you need to stay away from them," said Jay. "Lucas is the son of Dominic Salvatore, the leader of the Salvatore family."

A flash of apprehension shot through my body. I had no idea who they were, but the way Jay said their names made them sound super dangerous. Or even a little bit exciting. But I quickly covered it up what I was thinking and flashed a friendly smile towards Jay.

"I understand," I said. "I was just curious."

As an experienced police detective, Jay would be good at reading people's body language. He could probably tell that I was lying to him. He took a step forward and placed his hand on my shoulder, and stared deeply into my eyes.

"Please, Olivia. Don't do anything stupid," he said. "Forget about them, just look after yourself."

I turned my face away to break free from his gaze. "Yeah, of course," I said. "It's not like I could do anything."

I don't think Jay believed me, but he took his hand off my shoulder and went back to talking to Mr Jones.

"We can't arrest them," said Jay. "But we will keep watching them and hopefully they will slip up and give us something we can charge them with."

I couldn't listen to them anymore. My mind was focused on other things. Like, what could I do about Lucas and Antonio? There had to be something, I just didn't know what. I was just a highschool student, what could I do?

I wasn't sure, but one thing I did know, it wasn't going to be nothing. I couldn't just sit back and let my parents' killers get away freely. Somehow, in some way, I was going to punish them.

With the conversations going on around me it was hard to focus. Maybe if I went to my room I would be able to think of some scheme for revenge?

"I'm going to go to my room," I said. "I just need some time alone."

"Okay, sweetie," said Mrs Jones. "I'm making meatloaf for dinner. I'll call you when it's ready."

"Okay," I said, then turned to speak to Jay. "Oh, and thanks for coming to the funeral with me."

"Don't worry about it," said Jay. "I told you, I'll be there for you whenever you need me."

I nodded my head and slowly walked towards the staircase. Then, as I went out of their view, I sped up and rushed up the stairs to the room I was staying in.

It was Cassie's room I was staying in, and her computer was still in there. Mrs Jones had said it was okay to use it, and I quickly went over to the desk to switch the computer on. I might not have an actual revenge plan, but it would still be useful to know more about those two men.

I tried Google first, but that didn't bring up any useful results. I tried Facebook next, and again, I couldn't find the right people. Next I tried Instagram. I didn't have an Instagram account to use, but luckily the computer still had Cassie's login information saved, so I used that.

Searching for Antonio Poletti didn't find anything, apart from some old guy who lived in Italy, but I knew that would be the wrong person. But I got better results when I searched for Lucas Salvatore.

The top result was a young looking guy who lived in New York. He didn't look much older than me, maybe in his early 20's. He had dark hair, wore expensive suits, and was extremely attractive. I mean, he was a murdering asshole, and I hated him, but there was no denying he was still totally hot.

I clicked on Lucas's profile, and started scrolling slowly through his photos. I wasn't sure what I was looking for exactly. I just wanted to find out more about him, and maybe find some kind of weakness I could use against him.

The photos showed someone young and rich, and out to enjoy life. It made me sick. He had photos of him posing in front of expensive cars, and hanging out in clubs with other cute guys. They were probably assholes too. All posing together with their arms around each other. Just the sight of them made me angry.

But as I kept scrolling, I noticed something else. There were quite a few photos of cups of cappuccino that all seemed to have been taken in the same coffee shop. So pretentious, I rolled my eyes at him, but then maybe this could be a lead? From the amount of photos, it seemed like he was a regular customer there.

I quickly pulled out my phone and searched for the name of the coffee shop. It came up as a location in Brooklyn, not that far away from my house.

I still didn't have any idea of what I was going to do, but at least now I had a place to start. And the first step was going out to buy myself a cup of coffee.