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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
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What Felix Mancuso said sounded logical, of course, and certainly if I were Anthony Bellarosa, I’d be more worried about my paesanos and the law than thinking about killing any more people – especially people who, for all he knew, were being protected by the police and the FBI. And yet… I knew, deep inside, that this had more to do with revenge than business, and that the revenge murder of Salvatore D’Alessio was just the first of two. Maybe three.
I had a thought, and I said to Mancuso, “I have business in London…” I glanced at Susan, who was nodding – “so, I’m thinking that this might be a good time for me and Mrs. Sutter to take a week or so in London, and then maybe a week or two on the Continent.” I added, “In other words, we, too, should go missing.”
He replied without hesitation, “That would be a very good idea at this time – until the situation here becomes more clear.” He added, “If you stay in touch with us, we can keep you up to date on developments.”
“We’ll certainly be interested in news from home. And please don’t hesitate to call us the moment Sally Da-da’s friends whack Anthony.”
Mr. Mancuso never responded well to my murderous remarks regarding Anthony Bellarosa – he was a professional – but he did say, “We’re hoping to locate him first.”
“I hope Uncle Sal’s friends locate him first.”
He ignored that and asked me, “When do you plan on leaving?”
I looked at Susan, and she said, “Tuesday is fine with me.”
Mancuso agreed, “That would be good.” He reminded us, “Keep the particulars of your itinerary to yourselves.”
“We will.”
“And enjoy yourselves. You need a break.”
Mr. Mancuso seemed happy that we were getting out of his bailiwick. Again, he liked us, and he would be personally saddened if we got whacked. And professionally, of course, he would be more than saddened; he would be in the same embarrassing situation he’d been in when Susan whacked his star witness. He certainly didn’t need that aggravation again.
He assured us, “I’m confident that we will catch some breaks while you’re gone, and that Anthony Bellarosa will be either in jail, under tight surveillance, killed by his own people, or frightened into permanent retirement and relocated to Florida or Vegas, where many of his colleagues wind up when they need to give up the business.”
I wasn’t so sure about Anthony retiring and moving away, but I did agree with Felix Mancuso that Anthony’s career was at a crossroads.
What Felix Mancuso said sounded logical, of course, and certainly if I were Anthony Bellarosa, I’d be more worried about my paesanos and the law than thinking about killing any more people – especially people who, for all he knew, were being protected by the police and the FBI. And yet… I knew, deep inside, that this had more to do with revenge than business, and that the revenge murder of Salvatore D’Alessio was just the first of two. Maybe three.
I had a thought, and I said to Mancuso, “I have business in London…” I glanced at Susan, who was nodding – “so, I’m thinking that this might be a good time for me and Mrs. Sutter to take a week or so in London, and then maybe a week or two on the Continent.” I added, “In other words, we, too, should go missing.”
He replied without hesitation, “That would be a very good idea at this time – until the situation here becomes more clear.” He added, “If you stay in touch with us, we can keep you up to date on developments.”
“We’ll certainly be interested in news from home. And please don’t hesitate to call us the moment Sally Da-da’s friends whack Anthony.”
Mr. Mancuso never responded well to my murderous remarks regarding Anthony Bellarosa – he was a professional – but he did say, “We’re hoping to locate him first.”
“I hope Uncle Sal’s friends locate him first.”
He ignored that and asked me, “When do you plan on leaving?”
I looked at Susan, and she said, “Tuesday is fine with me.”
Mancuso agreed, “That would be good.” He reminded us, “Keep the particulars of your itinerary to yourselves.”
“We will.”
“And enjoy yourselves. You need a break.”
Mr. Mancuso seemed happy that we were getting out of his bailiwick. Again, he liked us, and he would be personally saddened if we got whacked. And professionally, of course, he would be more than saddened; he would be in the same embarrassing situation he’d been in when Susan whacked his star witness. He certainly didn’t need that aggravation again.
He assured us, “I’m confident that we will catch some breaks while you’re gone, and that Anthony Bellarosa will be either in jail, under tight surveillance, killed by his own people, or frightened into permanent retirement and relocated to Florida or Vegas, where many of his colleagues wind up when they need to give up the business.”
I wasn’t so sure about Anthony retiring and moving away, but I did agree with Felix Mancuso that Anthony’s career was at a crossroads.