The first time I met Frank DeLuca, we were sitting in a diner on Eighth Avenue in Greenwich Village, and he was eating pie like a man who was trying to taste something other than corruption. I was twe
"You're building something, Moretti," he said, and I could tell from the way he said it that he was not talking about my numbers operation. "I'm building a retirement fund," I said. "Very small. Very quiet. You wouldn't be interested." He put down his fork. "The war is coming, Tommy. And when it does, New York is going to need people like you. People who know how the city really works. Not the...
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