"At first, Louis wanted to handle it himself. The cops came to his house that night, after someone spotted the plates. But Louie had his own issues to worry about, and Stevie was going around making a lot of noise, like he wanted us to take care of him and get him out of the area. Away from the cops. No one had actually seen him at the scene, but he was scared."
"So what did you do for Stevie, Mr. Denunziatta?"
"I told him I would work it out. I met with Tommy Moose. And Mr. Cavello. We took a walk at the Kings County Mall. I said we needed to get this kid out of town. My uncle Richie had a place in the Poconos. He could've hid out there. Tommy agreed that it seemed like a reasonable plan."
Goldenberger nodded."So that's where Stevie went then, after the Greenblatt hit?"
"Not exactly," Denunziatta said, and cleared his throat.
"Why? You were in charge of the hit. The person you reported to agreed. No one could pin that the guy was involved, right? Why didn't Stevie end up in the Poconos?"
"Because Dominic Cavello didn't go along with that," Ralph Denunziatta said, looking down.
"He didn't go along with it?"
"No." Denunziatta shrugged."The Boss said Stevie's gotta go."
"Stevie's gotta go," Joel Goldenberger said. He took a step or two toward the witness."He said it just like that, Mr. Denunziatta? Those words? ‘Stevie's gotta go'?"
"No, not those exact words." Ralphie shifted in his seat. He cleared his throat, twice."As I recall, his exact words were, ‘Cut the fat fuck up and stuff him in a can for all I care. The kid has got to go.'"
Chapter 31
"‘CUT THE FAT FUCK UPand stuff him in a can for all I care. The kid has got to go.'"
The prosecutor paused to let the effect of the words fall on the jury. Everyone in the courtroom seemed stunned.
"You heard Dominic Cavello say those words? Give you a direct order to kill Steven Mannarino?"
The witness swallowed uncomfortably and shot a quick glance toward the defendant."Yes."
A heavy silence settled over the courtroom. All the while, Cavello just sat there with his elbows on the table and his fingers folded together, staring straight ahead as if he hadn't even heard a word. It was like none of this even mattered.
"And Thomas Mussina," the prosecutor prodded,"he agreed with this?"
"What could he do? The Boss had given a direct order."
"So whatdid you do, Mr. Denunziatta? You promised Stevie you'd take care of him, right?"
"I did." The witness reached for some water."I think he was staying at his sister's. I had someone get in touch with him and tell him to pack a bag and meet us at Vesuvio's, this place we all knew in Bay Ridge. I told him he couldn't say a word to anyone about where he was going. Even to his mother."
"Go on."
"So we met him there. I got Larry Conigliero and Louis DeMeo. Stevie got out of his car with this dumb little travel bag. He asked how long he'd have to be away, and I told him maybe a couple of weeks or so, until it all died down."
"You were lying to him, right? You had no intention of helping him get away?"
"That's correct." Ralphie nodded, taking a swig of water.
"So what happened, Mr. Denunziatta, after Mr. Mannarino got in that car?"
"They drove away. They took him to Larry's garage. They told him they wanted to pick up some tapes there or something, for the drive. Larry told me Stevie never had a clue. He turned around and shot him in the backseat. Then they had to cut him up, like Mr. Cavello said. They wanted to follow his orders just in case. Then they drove him to the Poconos. He's still there today, for all I know."
"So you reported back to Mr. Cavello," Joel Goldenberger said,"that the murder he ordered was done."
"I reported back to Tommy."
"And shortly after that, you became a captain yourself?"
"Yes." He nodded."After about two months."
"And did Mr. Cavello say anything about why you had been made a captain in such a short time?"
The witness stared across the room. Toward Cavello."He made a joke that I wouldn't be buying any property in the Poconos anytime soon."
Even now, Cavello seemed to find the line amusing.
"Thank you, Mr. Denunziatta." The prosecutor closed his notes and went to his seat."One more thing." He turned back."Did Louis Machia ever find out what became of his buddy?"
Ralphie lowered his eyes."No, Mr. Goldenberger, Louie never knew what happened to Stevie."
Chapter 32
ANDIE TRIED TO RELAX in her motel room that night, but it wasn't happening.
She found Denunziatta's testimony that day pretty unsettling. The more she heard, the more she was developing an intense hatred for Dominic Cavello, even though she knew she was supposed to remain objective. She lay on her bed, leafing through aVanity Fair, but her thoughts went to Stevie, the trusting wannabe, with his toothbrush and a change of shorts in his little travel bag, thinking he was going to the Poconos to lie low.Cut the fat fuck up and stuff him in a can for all I care.
She was feeling so alone. Some detective show was playing low in the background on the TV. She reached for the phone and dialed Jarrod at her sister's.
"Hey, hon," Andie said, brightening already.
"Hey, Mom!" Jarrod answered. It was great just to hear his voice. Talking to Jarrod always cheered her up. They were buddies.
"How's it going, guy? Auntie Rita treating you okay? Shefeeding you?"
"Yeah. Everyone's real nice here. The food is great."
"So it's not so bad after all, staying with your cousins?"
"I guess. It's just that…" Jarrod's voice grew soft."Why do you have to be there, Mom?"
"Because they're making us stay out here so we can really concentrate on the case. So no one will interrupt us."
"People at school are saying it's so this Mafia guy doesn't come after us. Try to hurt us."
Andie sat up and flicked the TV off."Well the people at school are wrong, Jarrod. No one's coming after us." It was one thing ifshe had to be out here, totally separated and alone. It was another thing for her nine-year-old to be sucked into this.
She tried to lift his spirits."Anyway, how many kids get to ride in a police car with a real FBI honcho?"
"Yeah, I guess. That was cool."
There was silence between them for a few seconds.
"Guess what?" she said."I spoke with the powers that be. They said you can come down here for the night next Tuesday-for your birthday. I hear there's some pretty good Italian food out here in Jersey."
That did the trick. Jarrod was over the moon."Can I stay over?"
"Yep, Jar, I cleared that, too. They even said they'd ride you back to school in a police car in the morning."
"That sounds great! I miss you, Mom."
"Me too, Jarrod. I miss you more." Andie moved the phone away a little and covered her mouth. She knew her voice was about to crack, and she didn't want Jarrod to hear that.
I miss you more than you'll ever know.
Chapter 33
WE BROUGHT IN three more strong witnesses on Friday and Monday. Each built up the case against Dominic Cavello; each dug the blade in deeper and deeper.
One was Thomas Mussina, the famous Tommy Moose, Ralphie D.'s boss. He was currently in the Witness Protection Program.
Mussina backed up everything that Machia and Ralphie had previously testified: that Cavello had given the direct order to murder Sam Greenblatt; that Tommy was actually driving him around, in his gray Lincoln, just blocks from the scene; that after they heard the shots and saw their guys speeding away, all Cavello did was wipe his hands and say,"So that's done. How 'bout some eggs?"