What's going on? That's what Rosy was thinking as the thugs came into her home, tied her up, gagged her and began looking through her desk. Her home was almost like an art museum, with works valued at thousands of dollars created by Rosy herself and by the other artists in her art commune. But apparently they were more interested in the financial doings of the commune.

Rosy had no idea that her accountant was corrupt and was using mob money to help finance some crazy schemes that failed. The accountant had borrowed from the mob, and now they wanted their money back. They knew Rosy ...

What's going on? That's what Rosy was thinking as the thugs came into her home, tied her up, gagged her and began looking through her desk. Her home was almost like an art museum, with works valued at thousands of dollars created by Rosy herself and by the other artists in her art commune. But apparently they were more interested in the financial doings of the commune.

Rosy had no idea that her accountant was corrupt and was using mob money to help finance some crazy schemes that failed. The accountant had borrowed from the mob, and now they wanted their money back. They knew Rosy wasn't involved, but, since they were the mob, and they wanted no witnesses...