I’ll gather the information for a writers card before posting another story I‘ll try and do it this weekish- next weekish but in the mean time I‘d like to take advantage of the new system and follow up the last gambetti chapter
from a different perspective namely the law.
The Law Chapter one:Alphabetized
In a dim cramped Berchem apartment, half a dozen members of the Alderney state police force gathered around peepholes in cardboard covered windows. They were part of a much bigger operation by the LCN joint taskforce which earlier in the day had arrested half a dozen members of the Pegorino crime syndicate but their main target had fortuitously evaded capture in a string of chance events that had enabled him to check in as normal with his crew at Nonna Pinna’s. The order was about to be given to pick him up when two other gentlemen entered the restaurant, they looked like wise guys and immediately peaked the interest of the watching lawmen. Frantic radio messages were exchanged as each of the strategically placed capture squads called in for instructions.
“So are they targets too?”
“Stand down, wait for confirmation.”
“Team A do you have a visual?”
“That’s a negative.”
“Does anyone have a visual?”
Radio calls from both the B and C teams both came back negative, a new voice now came over the radio with an air of authority burgeoning on arrogance, “Alright, I’ve got tactical command here, everyone stand down.”
“Special agent Mestre, I’m taking tactical command under provision two-twelve.”
In the cramped apartment, the men were bitterly disappointed at what they perceived to be glory hunting on the part of the FIB.
“Can you believe this sh*t Sarge?”
Sergeant Scagnetti had been around too long to get into a d!ck waving contest with the feds. He may never have risen above sergeant but he could have, if he had the ambition. As a young man he had been an idealist unwilling to bend his ethics for career development and consequently had ended up working for those who had no such qualms, the ladder to the top was covered in a grease that pollutes the soul and corrupts the mind. He picked up the radio,
“Mestre, your in the Messina squad what are you doing this side of the river?”
“That’s above your pay grade Sergeant.” Mestre then addressed all the teams, “That was Vincent Cipato and John Versano, Botino’s chief lieutenant, we wait and see what happens.”
Agent Mestre was well known within the taskforce, he and Agent Vega had become the rising stars after handling Fredo Volpe, the turncoat that had brought down the entire hierarchal structure of the Messina crime syndicate. The higher ups had been so impressed that they granted them the freedom to go wherever the resulting leads took them. So far it had been a dire miscalculation, separate teams had been assigned to each of the six LCN gangs for a reason. Even though they were but two agents they seemed to cause chaos wherever they went. The Pegorino team had thought they would avoid their meddling as it was seen as the least prestigious assignment but the increased activity of LC Mafiosi in Alderney had bought the two agents to their patch.
“Mother f*ckin’ federal f*cks.” One of the officers from team B summed up the feelings of the cops as concisely as anyone and maybe even more politely than most.
Mestre and Vega didn’t really care about animosity, they didn’t care about getting covered in grease on their way up the ladder either, their only real loyalty was to each other. As much as they were already earmarked for success they had been spurned on by the rumours on the grapevine that the handlers of Vito ‘dog meat’ Menotti had uncovered an on going conspiracy between hedge fund mogul Kirk Simplex and Mary Valvona, it wasn’t enough to put her way for a long time in itself but when rolled in to a RICO case she could be put away for life. They could even throw in the murder of her husband along with the numerous former lovers who had all been dispatched on her orders, the fact that there was no direct evidence linking her to the killings didn’t so much matter in a RICO trial. The cast iron evidence for a raft of white collar crimes should be enough, with everything else just used as window dressing.
Just under half an hour passed when the team at the rear of the restaurant broke the radio silence, “This is team C we’ve got activity. The target is doing something at the back, he opened the door then went back inside…wait he’s coming out, he’s dragging something…I think it’s a body.”
Mestre didn’t waste anytime giving the order, “Alright all units move in.” Team C were upon the startled Mafioso in seconds, in full tactical gear and armed to the teeth they ordered him to lie on the floor. One of the team examined the body, “He’s still breathing, he’s bleeding from the head pretty bad though.” The senior team operative radioed for EMS paramedics.
Inside Nonna Pinna’s team A and B had found the unconscious Cipato rolled up in a carpet, when they rolled him over there was a collective gasp. Followed by a junior member of the team asking a very reasonable question.
“What the f*ck happened to his face?”
“Their f*ckin’ animals kid, they do this sh!t all the time.” Was the equally reasonable answer from a more aged and weary member of the team.
Team A’s leader radioed in what they had found and almost immediately agents Mestre and Vega came in. It took sergeant Scagnetti considerably longer to make his way from the overlooking apartment across the road. Members from team C also converged around Cipato. Agent Vega spoke with a monotone voice, unlike his partner it was virtually impossible to find any emotion within his verbalisations.
“Vincent Cipato, runs pump and dump schemes for the Gambettis and Lupisellas, definitely a cut above the average gorilla in LCN. The other one is John Versano, not a guy with much imagination, shylock, bookie, hijacker, drug dealer and murder for hire. He used to be a somebody when the Gambettis and Lupisellas controlled commercial garbage haulage in Algonquin, now he’s Botino’s errand boy. We’re trying to link him to two bodies and half a dozen disappearances, we have solid information that he personally handles Botino’s hits… so what about your guy?”
Sergeant Scagnetti spoke in a husky voice, twenty-eight years of chain smoking gave him an almost archetypal Vinewood tough guy tone.
“Lupa Fratelli, violent piece of sh*t, rose to capo under Jimmy Pegorino. He’s been waging a war against the new boss Aldo Gatti. At least thirty people have been killed that we know of, half of them had nothing to do with LCN they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’s not a sophisticated Mafioso either, drugs, gambling and extortion seem to be the only activities he can get his head around. You make a deal with this piece of sh!t and your letting a serial killer get off easy.”
“Alright lets get these guineas secured, we’ll go with Cipato and Versano to the medical facilities at Alderney State Penitentiary, if anything pertinent to your guy comes up we’ll get in touch.” Agent Mestre said with his stare fixed firmly on Sergeant Scagnetti who simply replied, “Likewise.”
The agents didn’t have to wait long for the doctors okay to interrogate the men and although he was still concussed they went after John Versano first.
“Your one lucky wop, you know that right?” Agent Mestre’s shared heritage didn’t get in the way of racial slurs directed at Mafiosi. Versano starred back blankly, the agent had to consider the possibility that it was the concussion but that was a peripheral consideration, hardly worth allowing to get in the way.
“You know we saved your life right?” Agent Vega picked up the interrogation, “you’d be a dead guinea, hardly a great loss to the world, but nonetheless if we hadn’t of stopped your pal Lupa Frattelli you’d be f*ckin’ dead, that should at least warrant a thank you. Wouldn’t you say so special agent Mestre?”
“Hell yeah special agent Vega, this is a family man, three kids who he gets to kiss again cos of us. I’d say that warrants some serious mutherf*ckin’ gratitude!”
“If that’s all you want, fine you got it, thanks. Now when do I get a phone call?”
“That depends John, oh wait you prefer Johnny boy right? That’s what his diego bastard friends call him on the wire isn’t it special agent Vega?”
“Why yes it is special agent Mestre, though I do believe that we’ve got Zito on tape referring to him as, ‘That miserable cocksucker Johnny f*ckin’ boy Versano’ which I kind of think is more appropriate considering where he’s going.”
“Oh yeah, he’ll be someone’s bitch alright, without the family behind him prison won’t be easy for a guy like Johnny boy here. You like sucking cock John? Is that what your buddy Roy meant?”
Versano clinched his fists under the bed sheets, his nails digging so far into his palms he almost drew blood, he wanted to tell them to go f*ck themselves but instead tried a different a tact.
“I didn’t know they let paisans into the FIB. You do know what it stands for right? f*ckin’ Italians Bureau.” Versano then burst out laughing but everyone in the room knew it was a hollow gesture, they had got under his skin and they had only just started.
“You think Roy will miss again, you think you’ll survive if we let you go. Your either going to jail or your going to get whacked but they won’t use no Alderney f*ck ups next time.”
“Get the f*ck out of here with that sh!t. 'Whacked!' What the f*ck you talking like that for, you think you’re a gangster?”
“No we got brains Johnny f*cking boy, you’d have to be pretty f*cking stupid to join the mafia these days. A real retarded gorilla whose only commodity is that they came from the diseased c*nt of an Italian whore. You know what… f*ck this sh*t… this guys just another dumb ape. We’re wasting our time he’s got sh*t to offer us cos he aint sh*t. Special agent Mestre lets get the f*ck outta here.”
The two agents left Versano’s room and their nest stop was Vinny Cipato’s room. Although Cipato was a less powerful figure than Versano he was still considered a better target because he was involved in the crimes that it was harder to prosecute, stock fraud, identity theft and the likes.
Agent Vega started the pitch to the startled Cipato, “Vincent, what we’re about to offer you has been the same deal we’ve given to a dozen high ranking members of La Cosa Nostra over the years. Guys like you. You see we admire you because your not violent. If you were running the family it would be better for the city and in the end that’s what we’re here for, to protect the greatest people on earth the people of LC. So here’s what we can give you; complete immunity, valuable information and room to operate and we won’t ever go after your money. We’ll help you rise up through the ranks to the very pinnacle of power. And all we want in return is for you to give us your rivals, just give us a case, indisputable evidence, tell us where to look where the money trail goes. You’ll never have to testify this will all be hush hush.”
Agent Mestre continued, “You take all the time you need to think it over, the offer will be there when you need it, signed sealed and delivered - you’ll be protected from the top down.”
Cipato sat motionless as the agents left as quickly as they had burst in, he had a lot to think about.