CHAPTER 27

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At the sound of the door, Desi Grasso glanced from his computer and then looked again in earnest. A well-tailored businessman stood in the open doorway. Bald. Glasses. Old, yet he looked fit. How did this guy get past the guards? How did he get inside and reach the second floor of the shop without tripping the alarm? The thought of how that might happen sent an instant chill up Desi’s spine but he determined not to show fear. “Who the hell are you?”

The man strode into the office and placed a business card on the desk. He took a seat. Leaned back. Crossed his legs. Didn’t say a word.

Desi grabbed the card. Anthony Dmitri, Investment Counselor. Aon Building. Desi always wanted to move his operation there but Uncle Uomo was too cheap. The man in the suit exuded a nonchalant attitude except that he watched with an intensity that made the younger man squirm. Desi picked up the phone, glanced at the number written on his blotter and dialed Aldo’s cell phone. It rang six times. Then came the recording. Where were Aldo and the other guard? He cleared his throat. “How’d you get in here?”

The man’s eyes didn’t break contact when he answered in a mild voice. “Aldo Gionelli used to be a friend of mine.”

“He had orders to guard the place.“

“I didn’t meet much resistance.”

At that flat tone, Desi felt beads of sweat on his upper lip. He fought to keep control of his thoughts, of his voice. “What’re you tellin’ me here?”

“You’ll find Gionelli and his nephew outside. I’m an investment counselor, Mr. Grasso. My partners and I want to offer you a business proposition—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My team believes you’re ready to be your own boss.”

Desi turned the card over and over until he noticed the nervous tell and placed it flat on the desk like a playing card.

Dmitri went on: “Uomo Grasso is a powerful man but we think he’s old-school. We feel you have the intelligence and business acumen to step into his role.” He smiled. “Certainly you’ve thought about that from time to time, Mr. Grasso?” Dmitri got to his feet. He seemed to do it effortlessly for an old man.

“What connections you got, Grandpa?”

“It’s a rather large office. 9 a.m. Mr. Grasso. Don’t be late.” He walked out and closed the door behind him.

Desi stared at the door for a full minute before he regained control of his thought processes. First thing was to find out why those goons didn’t alert him. He lifted a snub-nosed revolver from his desk drawer and moved slowly down the metal spiral stairs, scanning the shop for this Dmitri guy.

Nobody there.

Outside, all was quiet. No traffic, no guards. He paced around the building.

Nothing.

The night air chilled him and he zipped his leather jacket, then pulled out a flashlight and moved more slowly through the alley, scanning corners, windows, doorways. When he reached the dumpster, he lifted the lid.

Aldo’s eyes stared upward, a look of surprise frozen on his blue lips. The other body lay folded beside him. Desi almost lost his greasy pizza supper. He went back into his office. Locked the door. Sat at his keyboard. Googled Anthony Dimitri, Investment Counselor. The search lit the screen with the name.

He selected the first website. Professional. Complicated. It looked legit.

Ten minutes later, Desi’s hands shook. He poured whiskey in the bottom of a paper cup. Moved to the water cooler. Topped it off to the brim, then downed it in three gulps and poured another. He needed to think this out.

* * *

When he made three blocks from Desi Grasso’s electronics shop, Tony Ferragamo, alias Anthony Dmitri pulled out his phone and called Roya. In a minute, her car glided to the curb and he climbed in.

“Any trouble?”

Tony just smiled. Easy—so easy. This businessman cover worked fine. Watching his words proved the only challenge. He’d done some acting before he got kicked out of high school and it finally paid off. Just like the teacher told him—nothing learned ever got wasted.

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CHAPTER 25

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Frank always felt exhausted after an airplane trip, even in a wide first-class seat.  He stared out the window, Dan Mahoney at the isle.  The cuffs hurt and a muscle cramp formed in his back.  No food.  No sleep.  No conversation.

In Washington, they met two other agents at the gate.  Big, fit, cut-from-the-mold government jocks.  Again, just like his long walk through O’Hare, wearing the cuffs made him blush.  Nobody pointed, but he saw the looks followed by the averted gazes.  Then the lobby and the flash of news cameras.  Frank never expected to make the national news.  Now everybody knew his face.

After a ride in a closed van, he sat cuffed to a steel chair at a big steel table.  The room—gray walls, low ceiling.  He tried to get comfortable and noticed his chair bolted to the floor.  He pushed against the desk.  Bolted too.  The big mirror obviously gave a view from outside the room.  Minutes crawled like worms.

The door finally swung open and Mahoney strode in.  “Well, I hope they’re treating you well.  Care for a bottle of Perrier?”

Frank didn’t answer.

“Not talkative?  Perhaps I should have you fitted for an orange suit.”

Frank felt his stomach turn over.  He knew from watching television not to talk without counsel.  “I want a lawyer.”

Mahoney laughed.  “You can dream about that the rest of your life.  Officially, Frank Smith has already met with his attorney and is now in a neat cell awaiting trial.  But we both know that isn’t true, don’t we?

Frank decided to keep his answers short and not commit to anything.  “That’s illegal.”

“What do you mean?  Frank Smith will go through the system quite legally.  I can do pretty much what I want with…”  He flipped a hand.  “With you.”

“You can’t do that.”

“No, you’re quite right about that.  I can’t do that to a person.  But in case you didn’t realize it, your physical presence here is something of an enigma.  You seem to be a specter.  ” He laughed again.  “You’re a ghost, Mr. Smith.  There aren’t any laws on the books protecting ghosts.  Haven’t you heard about advanced interrogation techniques?  I can bury you alive and the world will believe you’re awaiting sentence.”

Frank’s stomach turned again and he thought he’d retch.  How could this be happening in the United States?  Then it dawned on him.  He wasn’t dealing with the justice system.  He was in the hands of a dirty agent.  He groaned and tears welled in his eyes.

Mahoney’s voice took on an edge.  “Spare me the histrionics.”

“Just exactly what do you want?”

The red-headed man went still a moment.  Then: “So easy?  Wouldn’t it be more fun to spend a few days in a cell with some warm company and come visit me at odd hours?  I heard you were tough.  Surely you’ll push back, test your limits.”

“I’m not a criminal.”

“Oh, Mr. Smith, I am disappointed.  I was so looking forward to…  Not a criminal, you say?  How many have you killed?  That policeman at the train station…”  He clucked his tongue.  “Let’s call that one indiscreet.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mahoney shook his head then rubbed his brow with his fingers for a while.  After a few minutes he spoke:  “Harris says you’re part of a new mob moving into Chicago.  Seems you’re tearing down the Grasso family by twos.”

“I’m innocent.”

Mahoney sighed and ran his fingers through his thick red hair.  “Whatever.  Too much has happened to believe that.  But even if it were true, old boy, what difference does it make now? ”

That puzzled Frank.  How could the truth not matter?

“You appear so perplexed.  Don’t you understand, Mr. Smith?  I don’t need facts from you.  I need action.”

“I’m just an insurance salesman.”

Mahoney ignored him.  “There’s a situation brewing.  We know the Russians are planning a move on Chicago soon.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Why, Mr. Smith, surely that’s obvious.  Thanks to you, the door is open to them.  You are going to sabotage their little party.”

Frank felt completely overwhelmed.  What was he supposed to do against the Russian mob?  Maybe it would be better to stay in prison.  “I can’t help you.”

“If you take that path, you’ll never see the sun again.”

“This is America.  You can’t do that to me.”

“Transport to another country can be arranged.”

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CHAPTER 24

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Back in the car, Tony de-briefed with Roya.

“What do you mean you whacked them both? I told you to get them out of the way.” Roya chewed her lower lip. “This is not good.”

Tony felt a distinct annoyance at her shrill tone. Two clean hits. What was the problem? “Hey, that’s what I do, okay? And what’s the risk? Nobody can recognize me in this banker’s suit. Grey. Bald. I look like a 50-year-old businessman.”

“Tony, I want Grasso and his mob—not a war with Vegas.”

Didn’t this gal understand the power plays that went on between mobs? “Listen little girl: Aldo Gionelli is close family out in sin city. Killing him might get that group to pull back. That’s what you want, right?”

Roya didn’t respond.

“I stuffed the bodies in the dumpster. We can go right up to the office like you wanted.”

Roya pulled away from the curb. “No Tony, as it is now you’re going in alone. Next time do exactly as I say. Now I want you to see Desi Grasso personally and set an appointment with him for tomorrow morning at 9 am. Here’s your ID.”

Tony opened the black leather wallet, glanced at the credit cards, the driver’s license, the business cards. Conservative. Nice embossed lettering. He studied his name—Anthony Dmitri, Investment Counselor. “This says our office is in the Aon Building. Nice real estate.”

“We’re renting it by the hour. When you talk to Desi, just try to sound like an educated man. No tough stuff. Give the air of big money. And Tony—don’t threaten—don’t kill—no matter what. Just invite him to the meeting. Be polite.”

Her phone rang and she listened for a moment. “Tatiana, you’re hysterical. Take some deep breaths…Yes, I’ll send a lawyer and see what I can do at my end…No, don’t you do anything—don’t say anything, not a word…He’ll be there soon…I’m sorry Tat, but these things happen. Try not to attach so much importance to it…Okay later.”

Roya snapped the phone closed. “Be respectful, Tony. You’re making a friendly visit—delivering an invitation. Make it cordial. If he asks how you got in, just say his employees gave you some resistance and leave it at that. He’ll find the bodies soon enough.” She squinted at him. “Think you can pull that off.”

“Yeah, sure.”

She grinned. “After your pleasant talk, the sight of those bodies will put him into a tailspin. He’ll believe he’s out of his depth. I think we can turn Desi against his uncle Uomo with the right combination of fear and greed. Remember, we’re putting on a front and you’re my ambassador.” She pulled up to the curb in front of Desi’s electronics shop. “Can you handle the lock?”

Tony glance at her from under his brows and said nothing.

“All right, Mr. Businessman. The show is on. Get in, get out, and walk away. Call me with a pickup location.”

Tony climbed out of the car.

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