'I know. I did some of the paperwork last night.'
'That's right. I'm sorry. But I think what's happened is that the rest of this is going to be left to us-permanent party Arizona.'
'Are you feeling overwhelmed?'
'Everybody is eager. This is a big chance. But this office doesn't see many La Cosa Nostra types except a few retirees and the guys who buy the drugs that are brought in through the desert.'
'I'll be there in about an hour,' Elizabeth said. 'I can spare another day or two.'
Elizabeth took a cab to the field office, entered the conference room, and began resorting the files on the long table. After a half hour, Krause came in. 'Ms. Waring. What are you doing?'
'I'm going to make some charts so the U.S. attorneys here will know who's who. Do you think you could get me a few more office supplies?'
'Sure. What do you need?'
'Twenty-six sheets of poster-size paper. A ruler, a few pens. Black is best, but anything will do.'
He returned just as she finished sorting the files into twenty-six piles. She took the first one, wrote CHICAGO and a horizontal line that said CASTIGLIONE FAMILY. She put horizontal lines in a row below it and wrote JOSEPH, PAUL, AND SALVATORE CASTIGLIONE. Directly under them were eight underbosses, and to their right were three consiglieres. She wrote in the names of four underbosses who had been arrested in Arizona. She went below to the caporegima and then to the soldiers. Below them were the names of the young bodyguards each of the bosses had brought with him.
By one she had filled in the names of all of the men who had been detained. Each appeared on his line in the hierarchy of his home city. Krause came into the conference room and looked at the charts. He brought with him a woman in her early thirties with red hair. 'This is Agent O'Brien,' he said. 'Elizabeth Waring of the Organized Crime and Racketeering Division of Justice.'
'Oh, yes,' Elizabeth said. 'We introduced ourselves on the phone this morning.'
'Yes, we did,' said O'Brien. 'Everyone knows who you are, of course. It's a pleasure to meet you in person.'
Elizabeth was taken aback for a second, but then she realized it was probably true that young agents knew the names of the people who had been on this detail for so many years. 'Thank you.'
Krause looked at a few of the organizational charts. 'You knew who every one of these guys was?'
'We knew the big players, of course-the 'old men' is what people call them-because even the ones who aren't exactly old have been around a long time. They're either heads of families, or in a few cases they're underbosses who run some semi-independent group or the Mafia contingent in a small city, and they all have long records. The place where we're going to gain some ground is the two-thirds who aren't famous. Some haven't even been arrested before. We not only have their names, photographs, and addresses, but now we can tell who they work for and where they must fit in. It's a huge update.'
O'Brien said, 'So we should assume they're important if they were invited to the conference?'
'Not important right now. A twenty-two-year-old doesn't run anything in the Mafia, any more than he would at any other major American business. But if he was there, he's trusted. The old men, as a rule, are very suspicious and wary. If they're invited to travel anywhere, they don't necessarily assume it's safe. The young men they bring with them are the ones they would want with them in a fight. Our experience is that these are the men we'll keep seeing for the next twenty or thirty years.'
'Are they the ones we try to pressure to tell us more?'
'None of these people will talk. Not the bosses, and not the young bodyguards. They take omerta seriously. The only ones we've ever had any luck with were middle-aged soldiers who have done their jobs and kept the secrets for thirty years and have nothing to show for it. That's the only group that isn't invited to this kind of meeting. They're all at home making money for the bosses.'
'Are we wasting our time talking to these men?'
'No. They sometimes reveal useful information without knowing it. I think what we've got to try for is what they were talking about at the conference. They don't meet like this very often, and anything that might give us the agenda is worthwhile. And relationships are important, particularly blood relations. If you find out Mike Morella in Los Angeles is a cousin of Gaetano Bruni in Chicago, some day that might be important information, so make sure it gets into their intelligence files.'
'Ms. Waring?'
She turned her head. Agent Collazo was in the doorway. 'There's a call from the deputy assistant AG for you. Would you like to take it in my office? It's quieter.'
He meant more private. 'That would be great.' She got up. 'Excuse me.' She went into his office and he closed the door after her.
'Waring,' she said.
'Please hold for Mr. Hunsecker.' After a few seconds, a click brought him. 'Ms. Waring.'
'Yes?'
'I understand we reached you in Phoenix.'
'That's right. I'm at the FBI field office.'
'What are you doing there?'
'There's been an important FBI operation near here in the mountains, a big meeting of the crime families at a resort. It's sort of a dude ranch, and they took over the whole place for a meeting. The FBI did a sweep to see who was there and so on.'
'I asked what you were doing there.'
'When I learned what was happening, I realized that this was a time when they could use my help to figure out who they had. It was also an occasion for us to find out things we might need to know about changes in the current power structure and the up-and-coming generation we don't know a lot about. So I took a couple of personal days and flew out to lend a hand.'
'You left Washington without asking permission or approval from higher authority and flew across the country to attach yourself to an operation by another agency. Is that about right?'
She couldn't tell him that the operation was hers as much as the FBI's. She had learned about it from a source he had already ordered her to drop and gone around him to get the FBI involved because she knew he wouldn't. 'Mr. Hunsecker. I took steps in order to avoid any ambiguity about my actions and to prevent the suspicion that I was using Justice Department time or money. I took two personal days to be here, and paid for my own flight and lodging.'
'You left your post without leave.'
'In order to get here while it still mattered, I had to make the arrangements overnight and be on an early morning flight. If my acting alone offended you, I apologize. Often things have to happen before office hours, and Justice Department employees have to act on their own initiative. If one of the people in my section learned that something this big was happening and didn't realize it was more important to be here than to clear it with me, I'd be angry.'
'We're well into the second business day, and the only reason I know about this is that the deputy director of the FBI called to thank me for sending someone to Phoenix.'
'That was thoughtful of him,' said Elizabeth. 'May I ask what you said to him?'
'This is beginning to try my patience. We can go into all of it when you return. Make an appointment with my assistant to see me at eight A.M. tomorrow morning.'
'But I'm still accomplishing things here. Can we make it the day after?'
'No. Consider yourself recalled. Be here at eight A.M. '
'Yes, sir.' She heard him hang up, not a click, but the incidental air noise went away, a sound like a door closing.
She decided she shouldn't be surprised that he had insisted on eight A.M. That was five A.M. Phoenix time, and it meant she would have to take a red-eye flight that arrived at seven. Even then she would have to go from the airport directly to the office to be on time. To be berated for doing her job.
