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this. “Now, you listen up. I can
tell you are Italian, and I don’t believe in shooting our own
people. So here is what we are going to do. We are going to tell
everyone that you ran from the scene like a coward. Let’s see how
they greet you in Chicago,” Felicia told him. “Of course, if you
give us all the information we want we’ll let you go and you fend
for yourself. Anyone asks, we simply say we killed all three of
you. So how about it” Felicia asked him.
    “How do I know you aren’t lying to me?” he
asked her.
    “You don’t,” Felicia responded. “But we
haven’t got anything to lose. Think about it.” She responded.
    Joe knew a no-brainer when he heard one. He
would be dead within a week if they found out he ran. “Okay, okay.
. . I’ll tell you everything. But, but you got to get me out of the
state,” he said. If the Costellinos caught him, death would be the
least of his problems.
    Felicia, looking him straight in the eye,
said, “No, you get the fuck out of the state on your own. We’ll
provide you with a car, and where you go, I really don’t care. But
you do as we ask and then you disappear. You understand?”
    “Sure, sure, I understand,” responded
Joe.
    “Leo, go and see if you can catch up with
Encino. Tell him to bring that car to the front of the house,”
Felicia said.
    “Yes, Ms. Giordano,” he responded. Joe could
see that she had a lot of power and that she must really be the
head of the family.
    Felicia had him call Bolnaldo Costellino,
pretending to be one of the other hit men, and told him that the
job had been done, and that not only was both Felicia and Fabio
dead, but they also got John De Luca.
    “Pick him up,” she ordered.
    They picked up Ricci and carried him toward
the car now sitting in front of the house. He turned to Felicia and
said, “Thank you.”
    Felicia raised a gun, which Leo had handed
her, put a bullet in Joseph Ricci’s head and responded, “You’re
welcome.”
    “Encino, on second thought, forget about
dumping the car where they can find it. We want it dumped in some
secluded spot, like Jersey. We don’t want anyone finding the car
for a long time, and nobody in Jersey gives a fuck if there’s
nothing in it for them,” Leo told him.
    Encino drove away with all three bodies
stuffed in the trunk of the car, followed by one of Leo’s sons in
another car.
    Going back into the house, they discussed
what had happened and what their next move should be.
    They sat there quietly thinking about what
had occurred when the phone rang. Leo picked it up. “Hello, who is
this?” he said into the phone. “What ? When? We’ll be right there!”
Leo shouted. Hanging up the phone, he looked to Felicia and then to
Fabio. “Your father has been shot. He’s. . . he’s dead,” he said as
tears welled up in his eyes, as they slowly filled with hatred and
revenge.
    Fabio was already moving with thoughts of
Costellino blood paving the streets of Manhattan. Felicia stood
transfixed, eyes hardening into a deadly stare. Death would be a
prayer that would be answered slowly and sweetly.
     
     

 
A New Neighbor
    July 7,
1964 (New York)
    From a distance, “Chapel of Love” played from
an open window of one of the six-story tenement buildings that
lined both sides of the street. It was a hot summer afternoon in
upper Manhattan, and it was the bottom of the ninth inning.
Eleven-year-old Charlie McNally was up. Charlie was their best
hitter, so Tyler moved back, going deep.
    Charlie let the first pitch go by. “What’sa
matter, Charlie, you afraid of the ball?” shouted Jimmy Johnson
from the third base fire hydrant.
    The Mustang parked on the right-hand side of
the street was first base and the hubcap in the center was second.
The Yankee Streeter’s were losing 4-3 to the Sidewalk Mets with two
outs and Rick Thompson on second.
    This was the pitch, as ten-year-old Davie
Costanzo let the ball go. Charlie took a full swing but only nicked
the bottom of the