She had agreed to have dinner with him. She would find out what was
happening then.
He picked her up early.
Jennifer told the inspector about the mix-up in her hotel and plane
reservations.
He shrugged. "Our famous inefficiency, I am afraid. I will look into it."
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"What about Stefan Bjork?"
"Everything is arranged. He will be released tomorrow morning.
Inspector Touh said something to the driver in Chinese and the car made a
U-turn.
-"You have not seen Kallang Road. You will find it most interesting."
The car made a left turn on to Lavender Street, then one block later a
right turn to Kallang Bahru. There were large signs advertising florists
and casket companies. A few blocks later the car made another turn.
"Where are we?"
Inspector Touh turned to Jennifer and said quietly, "We are on the Street
With No Name."
The car began to move very slowly. There were only undertakers on both
sides of the street, row after row of them: Tan Kee Seng, Clin Noh, Ang
Yung Long, Goh Soon. Ahead, a funeral was in progress. All the mourners
were dressed in white and a three-piece band was playing: a tuba, a sax and
drums. A body was laid out on a table with wreaths of flowers around it and
a large photograph of the deceased sat on an easel facing the front.
Mourners were sitting around, eating.
Jennifer turned to the inspector. "What is this?"
"These are the houses of death. The natives call them the die houses. The
word death is difficult for them to pronounce." He looked at Jennifer and
said, "But death is only a part of life, is it not?"
Jennifer looked into his cold eyes and was suddenly frightened.
They went to the Golden Phoenix, and it was not until they were seated that
Jennifer had a chance to question him.
"Inspector Touh, did you have a reason for taking me to the crocodile farm
and the die houses?"
He looked at her and said evenly, "Of course. I thought they
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would interest you. Especially since you came here to free your client, Mr.
Bjork. Marty of our young people'are dying because of the drugs that are
brought into our country, Miss Parker. I could have taken you to the
hospital where we try to treat them, but I felt it might be more informative
for you to see where they end up."
"All that has nothing to do with me"
"That is a matter of opinion." All the friendliness had gone out of his
voice.
Jennifer said, "Look, Inspector Touh, I'm sure you're being well paid to-"
"There is not enough money in the world for anyone to pay me."
He stood up and nodded to someone, and Jennifer turned. Two men in gray
suits were approaching the table.
"Miss Jennifer Parker?"
"Yes."
There was no need for them to pull out their FBI credentials. She knew
before they spoke. "FBI. We have extradition papers and a warrant for your
arrest. We're taking you back to New York on the midnight plane."
When Michael Moretti left his father-in-law's grave, he was already late
for an appointment. He decided to call the office and reschedule it: He
stopped at a telephone booth along the highway and dialed the number. The
phone rang once and a voice answered, "Acme Builders."
Michael said, "This is Mike. Tell-"
"Mr. Moretti isn't here. Call back later."
Michael felt his body tightening. All he said was "Tony's: Place."
He hung up and hurried back to the car. Rosa looked at his face and asked,
"Is everything all right, Michael?"
"I don't know. rm going to drop you off at your cousin's. Stay there until
you hear from me.
Tony followed Michael into the office in the rear of the restaurant.
"I got word that the Feds are crawlin' all over your house and the downtown
office, Mike."
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"Thanks," Michael said. "I don't want to be disturbed."
"You won't be."
Michael waited until Tony walked out of the room and closed the door behind
him. Then Michael picked up the telephone and furiously began to dial.
It took Michael Moretti less than twenty minutes to learn that a major
disaster was taking place. As the reports of the raids and arrests began to
filter in, Michael received them with mounting disbelief. All his soldiers
and lieutenants were being picked up. Drops were being raided; gambling
operations were being seized; confidential ledgers and records were being
impounded. What was happening was a nightmare. The police had to be
obtaining information from someone in his Organization.
Michael placed telephone calls to other Families around the country, and
all of them demanded to know what was going on. They were being badly hurt
and no one knew where the leak was coming from. They all suspected it was
coming from the Moretti Family.
Jimmy Guardino, in Las Vegas, gave him an ultimatum. "rm calling on behalf
of the Commission, Michael." The National Commission was the supreme power
that superseded the power of any individual Family when there was trouble.
"The police are rounding up all the Families. Someone big is singing. The
word we get is that it's one of your boys. We're giving you twenty-fours to
find him and take care of him."
In the past, police raids had always netted the small fry, the expendables.
Now, for the first time, the men at the top were being pulled in. Someone
big is singing. The word we get is that it's one of your boys. They had to
be right. Michael's Family had been the hardest hit, and the police were
looking for him. Someone had given Them solid evidence, or they never would
have mounted a campaign this big. But who could it be? Michael sat back,
thinking.
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Whoever was tipping off the authorities had inside information that was
known only to Michael and- his two top lieutenants, Salvatore Fiore and
Joseph Colella. Only the three of them knew where the, ledgers were hidden,
and. the FBI had found them. The only other person who would have had the
information was Thomas Colfax, but Colfax was buried under a garbage dump
in New Jersey.
Michael sat there and thought about Salvatore Fiore and Joseph Colella. It
was difficult to believe that either one of them could have broken omertd
and talked. They had been with him from the beginning; he had handpicked
them. He had allowed them to have their own loan-sharking operation on the
side and to run a small prostitution ring. Why would they betray him? The
answer, of course, was simple:. the chair he was sitting in. They wanted
his chair. Once he was out, they could move in and take over. They were a
team; they had to be in it together.
Michael was filled with a murderous rage. The stupid bastards were trying
to pull him down, but they would not live long enough to enjoy it. The
first thing he had to do was arrange bail for his men--who had been
arrested. He needed a lawyer he could trust--Colfax was dead, and
Jennifer-Jennifer! Michael could feel the coldness creeping around his
heart again. In his head he could hear himself saying, Get back as fast as
you can. I'll miss you. 1 love you, Jennifer. He had said that and she had
betrayed him. She would pay for that.
Michael made a telephone call and sat back to wait, and fifteen minutes
later Nick Vito hurried into the office.
"What's happening?" Michael asked.
"The place is still buzzin' with Feds, Mike. I drove around the block a
-couple of times, but I did like you said. I stayed away."
"I've got a job for you, Nick."
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"Sure, boss. What can I do for you?".
"Take care of Salvatore and Joe."
Nick Vito stared at him. "I-I don't understand. When you say, take care
of them, you don't mean-"
Michael shouted, "I mean blow their fucking brains out! Do you need a
blueprint?"
"N-no," Nick Vito stammered. "It's just that I-I-I meanSal and Joe are
your top men!"
Michael Moretti moved to his feet, his eyes dangerous. "You want to tell
me how to run my business, Nick?"
"No, Mike. I-sure. I'll take care of them for you. When
-
"Now. Right away. I don't want them to live to see the moon tonight. Do you
understand?"
"Yeah. I understand."
Michael's hands tightened into fists. "If I had time, I'd take care of them
myself. I want them to hurt, Nick. Make it slow, you hear? Suppilu
suppilu."
"Sure. Okay."
The door opened and Tony hurried in, his face gray. "There's two FBI agents
out there with a warrant for your arrest. I swear to God I don't know, how
they knew you was here. They-"
Michael Moretti turned to Nick Vito and snapped, "Out the back way. Move!"
He turned to Tony. "Tell them I'm in the can. I'll be right with them."
Michael picked up the telephone and dialed a number. One minute later he
was talking to a judge of the Superior Court of New York.
"There are two Feds out here with a warrant for my arrest."
"What are the charges, Mike?"
"I don't know and I don't give a shit. I'm calling you to set things up so
that I'm bailed out. I can't sit around in the slammer. I've got things to
do."
There was a silence and the judge's voice said carefully,
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"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you this time, Michael. The heat's on
all over and if I try to interferes-"
When Michael Moretti spoke, there was an ominous note in his voice. "Listen
to me, you asshole, and listen good. If I spend one hour in jail, rll see
to it that you're behind bars for the rest of your life. Fve been taking
good care of you for a long time. You want me to tell the D.A. how many
cases you fixed for me? Would you like me to give the IRS the number of
your Swiss bank account? Would you-"
"For God's sake, Michael!"
"Then move!"
"I'll see what I can do," Judge Lawrence Waldman said. ttnU try toy--"
11"Try to, shit! Do it! Do you hear me, Larry? Do it!" Michael slammed
down the receiver.
His mind was working swiftly and coolly. He was not concerned about being
taken to jail. He knew that Judge Waldman would do as he was told, and he
could trust Nick Vito to attend to Fiore and Colella. Without their
testimony, the government could not prove a thing against him.
Michael looked in the small mirror on the wall, combed back his hair;
straightened his tie, and went out to meet the two FBI agents.
Judge Lawrence Waldman came through, as Michael had known he would. At the
preliminary hearing, an attorney selected by Judge Waldman requested bail,
and it was set at five hundred thousand dollars.
Di Silva stood there, angry and frustrated, as Michael Moretti walked out
of the courtroom.
Nick Vito was a man of limited intelligence. His value to the Organization
lay in the fact that he followed orders without question and that he
carried them out efficiently. Nick Vito had been up against guns and knives
dozens of times, but he had never known fear. He knew it now. Something was
happening that was beyond his understanding; and he had a feeling that
somehow he was responsible for it.
All day he had been hearing about the raids that were taking place, the
sweeping arrests that were being made. The street talk was that there was
a traitor loose, someone high up in the Organization. Even with his limited
intellect, Nick Vito was able to connect the fact that he had let Thomas
Colfax live and that, shortly afterward, someone had started betraying the
Family to the authorities. Nick Vito knew that it could not be Salvatord
Fiore or Joseph Colella. The two men were like brothers to him and they
were both as fanatically loyal to Michael Moretti as he was. But there was
no way he could ever explain that to Michael, not without get-
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ting himself chopped into small pieces; because the only other one who could
be responsible was Thomas Colfax, and Colfax was supposed to be dead.
Nick Vito was in a dilemma. He loved the Little Flower and the giant. Fiore
and Colella had done him dozens of favors in the past, just as Thomas
Colfax lead; but he had helped Colfax out of a jam, and look what it had
gotten him. So Nick Vito decided he was not going to be softhearted again.
It was his own life he had to protect, now. Once he killed Fiore and
Colella, he would be in the clear. But because they were like brothers to
hunt he would see that they died quickly.
It was simple for Nick Vito to determine their whereabouts, for they always
had to be available in case Michael needed them. Little Salvatore Fiore was
visiting his mistress's apartment on 83rd Street near the Museum of Natural
History. Nick knew that Salvatore always left there at five o'clock to go
home to his wife. It was now three. Nick debated-with himself. He could
either hang around the front of the apartment building or go upstairs and
take Salvatore inside the apartment. He decided he was too nervous to wait.
The fact that he was nervous made Nick Vito more nervous. The whole thing
was beginning to get to him. When this is over, he thought, I'm gonna ask
Mike for a vacation. Maybe I'll take a couple of young girls and go down to
the Bahamas. Just thinking about that made him feel better.
Nick Vito parked his car around the corner from the apartment house and
walked up to the building. He let himself in the front door with a piece of
celluloid, ignored the elevator and walked up the stairs to the third
floor. He moved toward the door at the end of the corridor, and when he
reached it he pounded on it.
"Open up! Police!"
He heard quick sounds from behind the door and a few
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moments later it opened on a heavy chain and he could see the face and part
of the naked figure of Marina, Salvatore Fiore's mistress.
"Nick!" she said "You crazy idiot. You scared the hell out of me."
She took the chain off the door and opened it. "Sal, it's Nick!"
Little Salvatore Fiore walked in from the bedroom, naked. "Hey, Nicky boy!
What the fuck you doin' here?"
"Sal, I got a message for you from Mike."
Nick Vito raised a.22 automatic with a silencer and squeezed the trigger.
The firing pin slammed into the.22 caliber cartridge, sending the bullet
out of the muzzle at a thousand feet a second. The first bullet shattered
the bridge of Salvatore Fiore's nose. The second bullet put out his left
eye. As Marina opened her mouth to scream, Nick Vito turned and put a
bullet in her head. As she fell to the floor, he put one more bullet in her
chest, to make certain. It's a waste of a beautiful piece of ass, Nick
thought, but Mike wouldn't like it if 1 left any witnesses around.
Big Joseph Colella owned a horse that was running in the eighth race at
Belmont Park in Long Island. Belmont was a one-and-one-half-mile track, the
perfect length for the filly that the giant was running. He had advised
Nick to bet on it. In the past, Nick had won a lot on Colella's tips.
Colella always put a little money on for Nick when his horses ran. As Nick
Vito walked toward Colella's box, he thought regretfully about the fact
that there would be no more tips. The eighth race had just started. Colella
was standing up in his box, cheering his horse on. It was a large-purse
race and the crowd was screaming and yelling as the horses rounded the
first turn.
Nick Vito stepped into the box behind Colella and said, "How you doin',
pal?"
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"Hey, Nickl you got here just in time. Beauty Queen's gonna win this one.
I put a little bet on it for you."
"That's great, Joe:"
Nick Vito pressed the.22 caliber gun against Joseph Colella's spine and
fired three times through his coat. The muffled noise went unnoticed in the
cheering crowd. Nick watched Joseph Colella slump to the ground. He debated
for an instant whether to take the pari-mutuel tickets out of Colella's
pocket, then decided against it. After all, the horse could lose.
Nick Vito turned and unhurriedly walked toward the exit, one anonymous
figure among thousands.
Michael Moretti's private line rang.
"Mr. Moretti?"
"Who wants him?"
"This is Captain Tanner."
It took Michael a second to place the name. A police captain. Queens
precinct. On the payroll.
"This is Moretti."
"I just received some information I think might interest you."
"Where are you calling from?"
"A public telephone booth."
"Go ahead."
"I found out where all the heat's coming from."
"You're too late. They've been taken care of already."
"They? Oh. I only heard about Thomas Colfax."
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about. Colfax is dead."
It was Captain Tanner's turn to be confused. "What are you talking about?
Thomas Colfax is sitting at the Marine Base in Quantico right now, spilling
his guts to everybody who'll listen."
"You're out of your mind," Michael snapped. "I happen to
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know-" He stopped. What did he know? He had told Nick Vito to kill Thomas
Colfax, and Vito had said that he had. Michael sat there thinking. "How sure
are you about this, Tanner?"
"Mr. Moretti, would I be calling you if I wasn't sure?"
"I'll check it out. If you're right, I owe you one."
"Thank you, Mr. Moretti."
Captain Tanner replaced the receiver, pleased with himself. In the past he
had found Michael Moretti to be a very appreciative man. This could be the
big one, the one that could enable him to retire. He stepped out of the
telephone booth into the cold October air.
There were two men standing outside the booth, and as the captain started
to step around them, one of them blocked his way. He held up an
identification card.
"Captain Tanner? I'm Lieutenant West, Internal Security Division. The
Police Commissioner would like to have a word with you."
Michael Moretti hung up the receiver slowly. He knew with a sure animal
instinct that Nick Vito had lied to him. Thomas Colfax was still alive.
That would explain everything that was happening. He was the one who had
turned traitor. And Michael had sent Nick Vito out to kill Fiore and
Colella. Jesus, he had been stupid! Outsmarted by a dumb hired gunman into
wasting his two top men! He was filled with an icy rage.
He dialed a number and spoke briefly into the telephone. After he made a
second telephone call, he sat back and waited.
When he heard Nick Vito on the phone, Michael forced himself to keep the
fury he felt out of his voice. "How did it go, Nick?"
"Okay, boss. Just like you said. They both suffered a lot."
"I can always count on you, Nick, can't I?"
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"You know you can, boss."
"Nick, I want you to do me one last favor. One of the boys left a car at
the corner of York and Ninety-fifth Street. It's a tan Camaro. The keys
are behind the sun visor. We're going to use it for a job tonight. Drive
it over here, will you?"
"Sure, boss. How soon do you need it? I was going to-"
"I need it now. Right away, Nick."
"Tm on my way."
"Good-bye, Nick."
Michael replaced the receiver. He wished he could be there to watch Nick
Vito blow himself to hell, but he had one more urgent thing to do.
Jennifer Parker would be on her way back soon, and he wanted to get
everything ready for her.
It's like some kind of goddamned Hollywood movie production, Major General
Roy Wallace thought, with my prisoner as the star.
The large conference room at the United States Marine Corps base was filled
with technicians from the Signal Corps, scurrying around setting up cameras
and sound and lighting equipment, using an arcane jargon.
"Kill the brute and hit the inkies. Bring a baby over here..
They were getting ready to put Thomas Colfax's testimony on film.
"It's extra insurance," District Attorney Di Silva had argued. "We know
that no one can get to him, but it will be good to have it on the record,
anyway." And the others had gone along with him.
The only person absent was Thomas Colfax. He would be brought in at the
last minute, when everything was in readiness for him.
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Just like a goddamn movie star.
Thomas Colfax was having a meeting in his cell with David Terry of the
Justice Department, the man in charge of creating new identities for
witnesses who wished to disappear.
"Let me explain a bit about the Federal Witness Security Program," Terry
said. "When the trial is over, we'll send you to whichever country you
choose. Your furniture and other belongings will be shipped to a warehouse
in Washington, with a coded number. We'll forward it to you later. There
won't be any way for anyone to trace you. We'll supply you, with a new
identity and background and, if you wish, a new appearance."
"Tll take care of that." He trusted no one to know what he was going to do
with.his appearance.
"Ordinarily when we set people up with a new identity, we find jobs for
them in whatever field they're suited for, and we supply them with some
money. In your case, Mr. Colfax, I understand that money is no problem."
Thomas Colfax wondered what David Terry would say if he knew how much money
was salted away in his bank accounts in Germany, Switzerland and Hong Kong.
Even Thomas Colfax had not been able to keep track of it all, but a modest
estimate, he would guess, would be nine or ten million dollars.
"No," Colfax said, "I don't think money will be a problem."
"All right, then. The first thing to decide is where you would like to go.
Do you have any particular area in mind?"
It was such a simple question, yet so much lay behind it. What the man was
really saying was, Where do you want to spend the rest of your life? For
Colfax knew that when he got to wherever he was going, he would never be
able to leave. It would become his new habitat, his protective cover, and
he would not be safe anywhere else in the world.
SIDNEY SHELDON 479
"Brazil."
It was the logical choice. He already owned a two-hundredthousand-acre
plantation there in the name of a Panamanian corporation that could not be
traced back to him. The plantation itself was.like a fortress. He could
afford to buy himself enough protection so that even if Michael Moretti did
finally learn where he was, no one would be able to touch him. He could buy
anything, including all the women he wanted. Thomas Colfax liked Latin
women. People thought that when a man reached the age of sixty-five he was
finished sexually, that he no longer had any interest, but Colfax had found
that his appetite had grown as he had gotten older. His favorite sport was
to have two or three beautiful young women in bed with him at the same
time, working him over. The younger the better.
"Brazil will be easy to arrange," David Terry was saying. "Our government
will buy you a small house there, and-"
"That won't be necessary." Colfax almost laughed aloud at the thought of
his having to live in a small house. "All I will require of you is that you
provide me with the new identification and safe transportation. I'll take
care of everything else."
"As you wish, Mr. Colfax." David Terry rose to his feet. "I think we've
covered just about everything." He smiled reassuringly. "This is going to
be one of the easy ones. I'll begin setting things in motion. As soon as
you're finished testifying, you'll be on an airplane to South America."
"Thank you." Thomas Colfax watched his visitor leave and he was filled with
a sense of elation. He had done it! Michael Moretti had made the mistake of
underestimating him, and it was going to be Moretti's final mistake. Colfax
was going to bury him so deep that he would never rise again.
And his testimony was going to be filmed. That would be interesting. He
wondered whether they would use makeup on him. He studied himself in the
small mirror on the wall. Not
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bad, he thought, for a man my age. I still have my looks. Those young South
American girls love older men with gray hair.
He heard the sound of the cell door opening, and he turned. A marine
sergeant was bringing in Colfax's lunch. There would be plenty of time to
eat before the filming began.
The first day, Thomas Colfax had complained about the food that was served
to him, and from then on General Wallace had arranged for all of Colfax's
meals to be catered. In the weeks that Colfax had been confined at the
fort, his slightest suggestion had become their command. They wanted to do
everything they could to please him, and Colfax took full advantage of it.
He had had comfortable furniture moved in, and a television set, and he
received a daily supply of newspapers and current magazines.
The sergeant placed the tray of food on a table set for two, and he made
the same comment he made every day.
"Looks good enough to eat, sir."
Colfax smiled politely and sat down at the table. Roast beef rare, the way
he liked it, mashed potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. He waited as the marine
pulled up a chair and sat down across from him. The sergeant picked up a
knife and fork, cut off a piece of the meat and began to eat. Another of
General Wallace's ideas. Thomas Colfax had his own taster. Like the kings
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