Over the next 3 hours, Vincent loaded trucks with stolen goods under the watchful eyes of Rocco’s men.

Everything was cataloged and prepared for return.

The first stop was Mrs. Patterson’s house, the elderly woman Emma had mentioned.

Vincent knocked on the door while two men carried in her stolen television and family photographs.

“Mrs. Patterson,” Vincent said, his voice shaking. “I’m here to return what was taken from you and to tell you it will never happen again.”

The old woman stared at him.

“You’re the one who said my late husband owed money. You took my wedding china.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Vincent said quietly. “I was wrong. Your husband never owed anyone anything. I forged documents.”

She accepted her belongings without another word.

The second stop was the young family with the newborn baby.

Vincent personally carried the crib inside while the mother cried with relief. Her baby had been sleeping on blankets on the floor for weeks.

By the time they reached Emma and Sarah’s house, word had spread through the neighborhood.

People stood on their porches watching the convoy of trucks roll down the street.

Emma was playing outside when they arrived.

She immediately recognized the scarred man.