Brooklyn
Agent Paul Gallagher always hated working in New York
City—too many people, cops, buses, trains, planes,
and choices—most
of all, too many crime families, five in all. Six, if you count
Newark. When you consider all of the overlapping and territorial
disputes, it is almost impossible to travel throughout the city
without stepping on toes and ruffling feathers. In short, New
York is a logistical nightmare for an FBI agent assigned to the
organized crime division. But this time, it was going to be
different. This time it was the Marino family being torn apart
from within. Gallagher would not have to concern himself with
boundaries and relations between various mob bosses.
Now all of the fighting is being done by one family and inside
one territory, and agent Gallagher has the key witness—Tom
Conti. Conti is a captain in the Marino crime family, and he was
instrumental in promulgating the aggressions, which led to an
all-out war inside the family. Now to avoid certain indictment
and criminal prosecution on various felony counts, Conti agreed
to turn state's evidence on Don Marino and eleven other high-
ranking members of the Marino crime family. This would, in
effect, shatter the family and end their stronghold on illegal
business operations in New York City.
"Are you in or out?" Diggins asked. Gallagher wasn't listening.
His mind was running through all of the possibilities and
variables. Had he forgotten anything? Was there a loophole he
had overlooked? Was his contingency plan feasible?
"Paul, are you with us?" This Gallagher heard, but he didn't
understand exactly what Diggins was referring to.
"What?" Gallagher asked without thinking.
"Paul, relax. This time we have all of our bases covered. I never
felt so safe. You feel safe Tommy?" Diggins asked.
"Safe? Yeah, sure," Conti said, without really meaning it. In
retrospect, he could not remember the last time he had felt safe.
It seemed like a thousand years ago. In fact, he could not
understand how he got to where he was right now. It seemed
unreal.
"See. Paul, if Tommy feels safe, what the hell do you have to
worry about?"
Agent Gallagher didn't answer the question, if it was a question.
But he knew Agent Diggins was right. Nothing could go wrong.
They were holding Conti in a McDonald Avenue apartment,
third floor. The apartment belonged to a field agent, who was
currently working in National City, San Diego. There were two
agents out front in an unmarked car, two more on Avenue T
watching the back alley, and Gallagher and Diggins in the room
with Conti. Also the el line, which carries the F train, blocked a
clear shot from the rooftops across the street. There were no
holes. Even if the Marinos knew Gallagher had Conti, and also
knew where they were holed up, and if they had a man brave
enough to take on six federal agents, he still would not be able to
get a clear shot at Conti. No way.
"Come on, Paul, I thought we were playing poker. Look, it's 2:00
a.m. In five hours we drive Tommy boy downtown to the
District Court to testify against all of his old pals, and then we're
out of it." Diggins was trying to be reassuring.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Five hours. Hell, we can do that
standing on our heads," Gallagher said with a smile. Just then he
heard the roar of the F train passing by the apartment.
Gallagher's smile now broadened, and for the first time he began
to feel confident and optimistic.
"Deal me in," Gallagher said assertively. But before Agent
Diggins had the opportunity to deal a single card, the entire
apartment exploded.