He wasn’t sure, but he suspected she was right. She had once told him that he was far below average when it came to feelings about other people. As a distraction, he went back to thinking about Joanne. “I’ll make a point of making friends among the square Johns once I become one myself” he promised himself, and put the idea aside. He thought about his fellow mob members and about friendship, and decided that he had no friends. This happened less and less over the years once he got his beeper and later his cellular phone. This was not so much out of friendship, he decided after he thought about it, but out of habit and a need on the part of the bosses either to have him available for work or just to fill out their entourages. The truth was, he’d spent many of his evenings with other mob members. All this mad, passionate love that he’d seen in the movies and on TV was just bullshit as far as Danny was concerned. They had what he recalled to be a nice, comfortable life, watching television, renting an occasional movie or taking an infrequent night out to dinner. He had loved her, he supposed, but that was so long ago that he’d forgotten what it was like. Joanne said she felt the same way, and Danny had to hand it to her. Danny could see why Marlon Brando had bought a place there. He almost hated to come back, but as the flight attendant on the plane told them, everyone felt that way. They took two weeks and Danny had the greatest time of his life. She didn’t whine or bitch or dwell on “why me?” All she asked for was a vacation trip to Tahiti. She had not been particularly bright, but she had shown him a lot more guts than he thought she had when she first learned about the cancer. Danny much preferred to have her at home to cook his meals and be available whenever he needed her. She had been a hairdresser when he first met her, but after a few years of marriage, it was obvious that they didn’t need her pay check. She was two years younger than him, and had been bleaching her hair blonde for so long he had to recall her in the nude to remember what color her hair really was. What the hell are you going to be doing ten years from now? For that matter, what the hell am I going to be doing?” She was right, of course, which was what prompted him to get the safe deposit box in the first place. “All you care about is food, drink, an occasional piece of ass and enough money to gamble at pool. He used to suffer a fair amount of criticism from Joanne because of it. A thirteen-hour drive allows plenty of time for thinking. Since he was in no hurry, it took two days for Danny Barbone to get to northeast Philadelphia. Danny popped it out of the tape player, smashed it over the steering wheel and dumped it in a trash container at the next rest stop. Kind of like a souvenir, if you know what I mean.” Mister Maretti, if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep that. “Then I just dumped him in his own trunk, drove the Caddie to O’Hare and the rest is history.” “It was on so tight, I had to use my Chap Stick to grease his finger enough to get it off.”ĭanny laughed aloud. The only problem I had was getting this off.” There was a pause, and then the agent continued. He then followed me while I drove Bonto’s car to O’Hare. I had a buddy of mine hiding on the floor in the back of my car. I told him to follow me in his car and when we got there, I got into his car to fill him in on the details and shot him through the head. I told him you had told me to team up with him to clean out a warehouse full of VCRs in Oak Brook. ![]() I beeped him and arranged to meet him one night in the parking lot at the Lincoln Park Zoo. “If I can believe the papers, it looks like you did okay. ![]() ![]() “Have a seat, kid.” Danny recognized this voice, too. Danny heard a door close and footsteps on wooden stairs. “Thanks, Tony” a voice Danny recognized as belonging to the young undercover agent replied. He’s expecting you” a gruff voice on the tape said. Once Danny had maneuvered through the heavy traffic south of the city, he shoved Grevey’s cassette tape into his tape player. One-Pocket Man directly from the balls are better for you than for your opponent, leave them there. He also lived in Chicago for six years before returning to his Philadelphia roots where he is an avid poker and one-pocket player. Betz is a native Philadelphian and a veteran of the United States Army Intelligence Corps, deployed primarily in Japan.
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