say he’s in Omaha. His guys in Niagara Falls say he’s in Albuquerque. The ones in Oakland say he’s in L.A. They’ll make sure he gets back to me. They’re all nervous, they don’t know when he left or when he’ll be back.”
“I don’t get it,” said Joe.
“Why would he drop out of sight right now? He’s the one who has the money,” said Phil. “You just said they’re not mailing money out anymore. Well, I know why. Because Delfina caught them. He’s got them, and he’s spent the last week getting the money collected. By now he’s got enough of it back to start buying himself the support of a few other families. Castananza, Catania. There will be others soon.”
“I can hardly believe it,” said Joe.
Phil stared at the carpet. His look of understanding deepened, then turned sour. “This is why the families have never been able to get anywhere. You make a deal that whoever finds the money will share it, and … here we are again. These people, their word is worth shit.”
Joe cocked his head. He and his brother had spent hours discussing ways to keep most of the money themselves, but there was no reason to distract him now with unwelcome reminders. “And you think they won’t share it?”
“If they were going to share, would they do it this way—call their guys home with no warning, no explanation?”
“I guess it makes sense that if they found it, they wouldn’t leave their guys standing around in airports forever.” He thought for a moment. “And if Delfina is the one behind all of it, I suppose he would want to be hard to find.”
Phil reached for the telephone and pushed a few numbers. “Bobby? Yeah. Here’s what I want you to do. Call in all our guys except the ones in Chicago, Cleveland, New Orleans, Pittsburgh, Boston, Philadelphia. In those places, leave a few guys. Have everybody else home tonight. The ones who are left, tell them to stay put, but make themselves invisible. I want them to slip out of sight, rent a room someplace, and sit tight by the phone.”
He listened for a few seconds. “Right. Get enough home to protect our territory, and leave a few out there that nobody knows about. If somebody decides to surprise us, they’ll find out my arm is longer than theirs. Somebody hits, I want soldiers right under his nose to hit back.”
His brother Joe watched him, and he could feel that something was on his mind. “What?” he snapped.
“It sounds like you’re getting ready to retaliate in all directions at once. Wouldn’t it be better to figure out who’s doing what, and then pick who you’re going to hit?”
Phil winced. The man knew absolutely nothing. He had grown up in this house watching their father run the family, then watched Phil do it, and he had learned no more than if he had been the family dog. “Don’t you think that if our guys noticed all these soldiers were being pulled back, somebody else noticed too? Do you think we’re the only ones in the country who know that Frank Delfina has dropped off the radar screen?”
Joe said, “I imagine other people wouldn’t have missed that.”
“Well, nobody called me. I’ve known about it for a week, and not one person bothered to pick up the phone and tell me.”
40
It was nearly morning, and Tommy DeLuca was getting worried. “Why don’t they call? They should have found Delfina by now.” He had begun the evening by drinking single-malt scotch to keep his excited anticipation from growing too great to bear. A little after midnight, he had changed to coffee, because he had begun to lose the feeling of jovial confidence and had descended into a slow, lazy feeling of defeat. Now he was edgy and irritable.
“They’ll call,” Guarino said. DeLuca could hear that Guarino’s voice had a different tone. That wasn’t the way he wanted to hear Guarino’s voice. Guarino was just saying what he was supposed to say.
“We should have brought in the other families before we started looking,” announced DeLuca. “Then it wouldn’t have been sneaking around, three guys here and five guys there. We could have gone into every one of his businesses with an army. We could have surrounded each building, set fire to it, and shot anybody that came out.”
Guarino sighed. “It might not have been that easy. They’re sitting in their houses with the gates closed and the lights out.”
“That’s just the little guys: Castananza, maybe a couple of others. The Langustos still have their guys out there looking, and Tasso and Molinari and Augustino.”
“It’s better we didn’t call in everybody until we know for sure,” Guarino said. “I’m telling you, everybody’s tense. What if we got them in on it and a few of their guys got killed? It wouldn’t take much to set these people off right now. We could see that army of guys, only they’d be coming up Michigan Avenue to drag us out and hack our heads off.”
“We all agreed to cooperate.”
“Sure,” said Guarino. “But it’s going to be a hell of a lot easier if we already took all the risks, and did all the work, and then bring them in on it. Then it’s you handing out the money, and not Phil Langusto. And as soon as we find Delfina, we’re ninety percent there. If you do it this way, there’s no risk.”
“There’s a risk, all right,” said DeLuca. “You ever thought about what happens if somebody finds out we grabbed Delfina and got Bernie’s money back before we tell them ourselves?”
“Like who?”
“I don’t know. The New York families. With all five of them, they must have two thousand made guys, and they’ve been fighting each other every few years since the Stone Age. These people like Molinari … they worry me.”
“That’s why this is the best way. You let them in on it, and what was to guarantee they wouldn’t cut a side deal, dust our guys, and take all the money? Molinari is capable of that … Catania’s crazy, and Phil Langusto is the fucking Prince of Darkness.”
The ring of the telephone in the stillness made DeLuca jump. He lifted it with his fingertips, as though it might be hot. “Yeah?”
Guarino watched Tommy DeLuca’s face. DeLuca squeezed his eyes closed as though they stung, and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “All right,” said DeLuca. “Bring everybody home now.” He hung up, and turned to Guarino. “They’re pulling their guys home.”
Guarino stood up. “Who is?”
DeLuca said, “The big guys. Langusto, Tasso, Molinari, Augustino, Catania … ” He squeezed his eyes closed again, then took a deep breath and let it out in despair. “When Castananza pulled his people out, I should have known. He’s been around for a long time, and he figured out he didn’t belong in this. It’s all been some kind of trap. It’s probably Catania. When we had that sit-down, he kept trying to make everybody think we imagined the whole thing. He and Delfina probably had our money all the time.”
“If they’ve got the money, why would they do anything else? What else do they want?”
“Delfina always thought he got screwed when Castiglione left and the Commission divided up the family. He got nothing, and I got Chicago. So what do you suppose he wants?”
“What about Catania?”
“Catania wants to take over the world,” DeLuca said. “We’ve got to get ready to protect ourselves.… We’ll make it really obvious, make it clear that Chicago isn’t going to be easy, so he’ll try to gobble up somebody else first.”
Guarino was silent for a moment, then said, “I don’t know, Tommy. Are you sure it’s a good idea to look like we’ve got something in mind? People are nervous. All it would take right now is one little thing. A car backfires near one of those guys, and we’re going to have bodies dropping from one end of the country to the other.”
“There’s nothing else we can do,” pronounced DeLuca.
Guarino said, “I’d better get started, then. First thing is to get the word to people in all our businesses this morning, so nobody gets surprised.”
Guarino walked to the front door, then was startled to hear DeLuca’s voice right at his shoulder. He didn’t remember DeLuca ever walking him out before. “One more thing. Before this starts, I want a promise.”
“Sure, Tommy. What is it?”
“If anything happens to me, I want you to get Catania.”
