CHAPTER 2
CONVERSATION AT RIKER'S ISLAND
"You look pretty comfortable, John."
Johnny Sack just shrugged and said, "It's a gift."
The FBI interrogator wasn't impressed. He'd seen Sack's dossier, and knew he hadn't been in jail for years, since he was a kid. Same old shit, no matter what, these wiseguys always stay cool, he thought.
"You got anything for us, John?"
The FBI guy thought he could hear Sack smirk this time. Needless to say, John didn't answer.
FBI guy took out a folder and a single photo. "Well, John, maybe you can tell us who this is."
He held up a photo. Sack looked it over a second and shook his head.
"You sure, John?"
"Yeah."
"You should know her, John. She used to be in charge of a place called the Crazy Horse, over in Jersey. They just ID'd her corpse, what's left of it, in the woods somewhere." It was FBI guy's turn to smirk. "Some kind soul phoned in a tip."
FBI guy leaned in. "Look, John, we know you've been to the Crazy Horse a lot. We know you've been seen with Tony Soprano -"
"Big fucking deal. Everyone's been seen with Tony. Hell, he and Frankie Valli been seen together. Besides... it's not like I pay attention to the hired help at those places."
"She wasn't hired help John, she owned the place. Plus... she was engaged to a guy named Chris Moltisanti. That ring a bell?"
John smirked again. "Any relation to Dickie?"
FBI guy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're a real card John, they should put you on Last Comic Standing." He took out another photo. This one was of Ralph Cifaretto.
"John don't bullshit me on this one, we know you know this guy."
"So what? I haven't seen him in a long time. Word is, he's in the program."
"He isn't." FBI Guy leaned in again. John's lawyer spoke up, "Mr. Sacramoni will not be answering any more of your questions."
"I'm waiting for him to answer one!" FBI guy banged a fist on the table. "Jesus Christ John, you really believe in this omerta bullshit?"
John almost laughed at that one. "What the fuck is that?"
"OK, I'm outa here." The guard came over, but as FBI guy got up to leave, he said in his best John Wayne macho voice, "Don't fuck with us, John. We have your ass and we're not letting go of it!" And he left.
John and his lawyer exchanged a quiet laugh before parting.
"Where the fuck they get him from, Law and Order?"
CONVERSATION AT RIKER'S ISLAND
"You look pretty comfortable, John."
Johnny Sack just shrugged and said, "It's a gift."
The FBI interrogator wasn't impressed. He'd seen Sack's dossier, and knew he hadn't been in jail for years, since he was a kid. Same old shit, no matter what, these wiseguys always stay cool, he thought.
"You got anything for us, John?"
The FBI guy thought he could hear Sack smirk this time. Needless to say, John didn't answer.
FBI guy took out a folder and a single photo. "Well, John, maybe you can tell us who this is."
He held up a photo. Sack looked it over a second and shook his head.
"You sure, John?"
"Yeah."
"You should know her, John. She used to be in charge of a place called the Crazy Horse, over in Jersey. They just ID'd her corpse, what's left of it, in the woods somewhere." It was FBI guy's turn to smirk. "Some kind soul phoned in a tip."
FBI guy leaned in. "Look, John, we know you've been to the Crazy Horse a lot. We know you've been seen with Tony Soprano -"
"Big fucking deal. Everyone's been seen with Tony. Hell, he and Frankie Valli been seen together. Besides... it's not like I pay attention to the hired help at those places."
"She wasn't hired help John, she owned the place. Plus... she was engaged to a guy named Chris Moltisanti. That ring a bell?"
John smirked again. "Any relation to Dickie?"
FBI guy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're a real card John, they should put you on Last Comic Standing." He took out another photo. This one was of Ralph Cifaretto.
"John don't bullshit me on this one, we know you know this guy."
"So what? I haven't seen him in a long time. Word is, he's in the program."
"He isn't." FBI Guy leaned in again. John's lawyer spoke up, "Mr. Sacramoni will not be answering any more of your questions."
"I'm waiting for him to answer one!" FBI guy banged a fist on the table. "Jesus Christ John, you really believe in this omerta bullshit?"
John almost laughed at that one. "What the fuck is that?"
"OK, I'm outa here." The guard came over, but as FBI guy got up to leave, he said in his best John Wayne macho voice, "Don't fuck with us, John. We have your ass and we're not letting go of it!" And he left.
John and his lawyer exchanged a quiet laugh before parting.
"Where the fuck they get him from, Law and Order?"