"You're admitting you killed Mr. Greenblatt in front of his home?" Joel Goldenberger looked just as shocked as everyone else.
"I already admitted that, Mr. Goldenberger. To the police and to the FBI. I wasn't exactly proud of it, but that's how you get ahead in this game."
The prosecutor stepped back, letting the full effect of Machia's testimony settle in. Andie recalled the crime pictures, the bloody scene."Can you describe for the jury how that particular job came to be?"
"All right." The witness took a deep breath."I worked for Ralphie D."
"Ralphie D.," the prosecutor interrupted."You mean Ralph Denunziatta, right?" He pointed to a round, heavy face higher up in the family tree."He was a lieutenant in the Guarino crime family?"
"That's him." Machia nodded."We called him Ralphie D. because-"
"We got it, Mr. Machia. Because there was another Ralphie."
"RalphieF. "
"Ralphie Fraoli." The prosecutor pointed to another face on the other side of the board.
Machia scratched his head."To tell you the truth, Mr. Goldenberger, I never actually knew what Ralphie F.'s last name was."
The laughter grew heavier now. This would be good comedy if it wasn't so deadly serious.
"So your boss, Ralph Denunziatta, contacted you?"
"He said the family needed this thing done. For the Boss."
"And by ‘this thing done,' it was understood he meant a job, a hit? It meant you had to kill someone?"
"It was understood what he meant, Mr. Goldenberger."
"And by the Boss"-the prosecutor faced the witness again-“you took that to mean…?"
"Dominic Cavello." He pointed in the direction of the defendant."They said a favor had to be done. There was this guy in New Jersey who was causing problems. Not a protected guy, just a regular civilian."
"And how did you feel about taking care of this, Mr. Machia? You knew that it meant killing somebody."
"I knew what it entailed, Mr. Goldenberger." Machia glanced over toward the jury. For a second, Andie's blood ran cold. She felt his eyes were fixed on her."Ralphie told me how they had it all planned out. It would be a cinch. So I mean, I got this friend of mine to steal a car."
"By your friend, you're referring to Steven Mannarino?" asked the prosecutor. He stepped back to his table and held up a large picture of a chubby, grinning kid with bushy hair in a Giants football jersey, maybe eighteen.
"Yeah, Stevie." Machia nodded."We'd known each other since we were kids."
"So Mr. Mannarino was to steal the car?"
"And some plates. It was decided the easiest place to hit the guy would be at his house when he came out for work in the morning. What do they call that kind of street that ends in a circle?"
"A cul-de-sac," the prosecutor said.
"Yeah, cul-de-sac. We had several cars around, patrolling the area. Checking for cops. Tommy Moose was in one-Tommy Mussina. Ralphie reported directly to him. We did a dry run two days before. We tailed the mark. This Jewish guy. He kissed his wife good-bye at the door. Seemed like an all-right guy."
"But you were willing to go through with it anyway?" the prosecutor asked.
Machia shrugged, taking a long sip from his water bottle."Not like you have a lot of choice, Mr. Goldenberger. I seen guys put away for turning down a job. You don't go through with it, you could be next. Besides…"
"Besideswhat, Mr. Machia?" the prosecutor urged him on.
"It was a favor for the Boss, Mr. Goldenberger. You don't turn that down."
"And how did you know this, sir?"
"Ralphie said it was for the Electrician."
"And by ‘the Electrician,' he meantwho, Mr. Machia?"
"Objection!" Cavello's attorney stood up with a scowl. Andie looked at O'Flynn; they already had a name for the lawyer in the jury room.The Eyebrow.
"Sorry, Your Honor," the prosecutor apologized."So by ‘the Electrician,' Mr. Machia, youunderstood that Ralphie D. meantwho? "
"Dominic Cavello. The Electrician, that was his name. Ralphie worked for Tommy. Tommy worked for the Boss."
The prosecutor nodded, clearly pleased."So you knew this hit was for the Boss, meaning Mr. Cavello, wholly because Ralphie D.said this to you?"
"That,and the other thing." Machia shrugged.
"What other thing, Mr. Machia?" The prosecutor turned, his voice rising.
There was a pause. Louis Machia settled back in his chair. For the first time, Cavello's eyes lifted toward the witness. Machia took a couple gulps of water. Then he put the bottle down.
"Those cars I spoke of, Mr. Goldenberger, driving around. Dominic Cavello was in one, too."
Chapter 15
THEY BROKE FOR LUNCH, and Andie spent it outside in Foley Square. It was cold, but still pretty nice for November. She ate a tuna wrap on a ledge, going over some proofreading for the neighborhood newspaper she worked for part-time. She made an entry in her trial notebook, too-and underlined it:Cavello was there!
At two o'clock, they all filed back in. Louis Machia was still on the stand.
"I want to pick up where we left off, Mr. Machia." The prosecutor stepped back up to the stand."What happened after Samuel Greenblatt's murder?"
"After the murder?" The witness thought a moment."I was promoted, Mr. Goldenberger. I was made a soldier, like you said."
"I think that was several weeks afterward," the prosecutor corrected him."Maybe a month?"
"Twenty-seven days." Machia smiled."To be exact."
There were a few more chuckles from the gallery. From Goldenberger, too."Clearly, that was an important day in your life, Mr. Machia. But I was referring more to the daysimmediately after Sam Greenblatt's murder."
"Oh, that." Machia shook his head as if he'd been thwacked in the face. He took a sip from his water bottle again."We ditched the car. We were all supposed to meet up at Ralphie D.'s diner later, in Brooklyn."
"And did that go smoothly, Mr. Machia?"
"Thatpart, Mr. Goldenberger, yeah. We left the car at Newark Airport. Stevie tossed the plates into a marsh off of I-95. We were all high fives and celebrating. Good things were going to happen."
"But that wasn't the case, was it? What did happen?"
The dark-haired mobster chortled disgustedly, shaking his head."I guess after we shot Mr. Greenblatt and pulled away from his house, someone, one of his neighbors maybe, must've got a glimpse at the plates."
"Someone spotted you? And how did you end up realizing that?" the young prosecutor pressed.
"'Cause later that night, around seven, the cops came to my house. I wasn't there, but my wife and kids were. They asked to see her car."
"Hercar?" The prosecutor looked confused."Why would they ask to see your wife's car, Mr. Machia?" It was clear Goldenberger knew the answer but was adroitly leading the whole courtroom there.
"Apparently, the plates the neighbor had picked up as we drove away were registered toher. "
There was an audible gasp throughout the courtroom.
"Your wife,Mr. Machia? You previously told us Steven Mannarino was supposed to steal plates for the hit."
"I guess he did." Machia scratched his head."From my house."
Andie glanced toward O'Flynn, down the row. They both double-blinked, as if making sure they had heard right.
Chapter 16
JOEL GOLDENBERGER'S EYES were wide."This is your best pal, Mr. Machia. You're telling me he stole the plates for this hit fromyou? "
"I said we had known each other since we were kids, Mr. Goldenberger. He was my oldest, not my best, friend, and he wasn't the smartest guy."
Snickers of disbelief erupted. Andie glanced up and could see Judge Seiderman hiding a smile again. Finally, when the courtroom calmed down, the prosecutor shook his head."So, Mr. Machia, go on."