Chapter 4
--Hauled off--
It was better than being dead...maybe. Walking into the Staunton Island police station in cuffs, all the workers inside looking at Tommy and the two officers behind him. He was in real trouble this time. Tommy walked ahead in the direction of some stairs leading downward. He had no facial expression, no sign of anger or fear. The officers nudged him forward, and he began to descend the stairway, toward a darker area of the building, obviously where they kept people before they shipped them off to jail.
The mafia's main lawyer would be there at some point during the night. God knows when, Tommy was thinking. He wanted out, and now. He kept walking until the stairs stopped, and a long hallway began. On each side there were small rooms, some for interrogations, others to hold suspects. He was going to where they held suspects, until an investigator came down to question him.
The large door slowly swung open. Tommy clenched his teeth, then swung his hands at one of the officers, getting a double slam because his hands were cuffed together. The officer falls back grasping his nose, and he slowly falls to the floor. The second officer shouts and slams Tommy against the wall and starts restraining him. The two struggle for a good minute or two until some more police officers fly down the stairs to see what is causing the racket. They all move upon Tommy and contain him. The officers throw Tommy into the small room, and slam the door behind him.
It seemed like forever until a man came to the door, and peered inside. "Let's go, ya bastard." Tommy slowly gets up, tired and angry. He slowly moves toward one of the interrogation rooms. "Tommy! You're alright!" A geeky looking lawyer approaches them from the other side of the hallway. "If this is what you consider 'alright'." Tommy says in a flat tone. "Come on, Tommy! We'll get you out of this. They have nothing!" "Yeah yeah" The officer pipes in and they all file into one of the rooms.
"Can we speak privately for a few minutes?" The lawyer asks, facing the investigator. "Yup." The officer moves out of the room, and quietly shuts the door behind him. "What's the plan?" Tommy asks, staring at the square gray table in the middle of the room. "Sit Tommy." They both sit down, one on each side of the table. "Listen, Tommy. They have the knife they found in the back of your car, they're comparing it to the wounds found on the bodies. They also have a female witness who says she saw someone doing the murders, and then screamed. Then saw someone with a similar appearance to you, walk into the same model car as you have..." Tommy gets up and slams his fist against the table. "You said they had nothing!"
"Tommy, Tommy. Calm down." Tommy remains standing, staring right down at the short laywer with enraged eyes. "It looks like that if you plead guilty, you won't get executed." "So that's it? Life in prison, then your job is done?" "Tommy, this is complicated, if you fight it, you'll get the chair." Tommy sits down after the comment, and holds his head up with his hands, while leaning forward on the table. "Just put in the plea, and we can see what comes of it after, okay?"
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Marco's Bistro
"What?!"
Sonny paces back and forth, thinking.
"They caught him a few blocks down from here, at the bottom of the hill. The case looks bad." Ronny states as he watches Sonny move back and forth across the room. "And the job...is it done?" "We think so, they found ten bodies, all stabbed with a knife, but not the businessman. They never found him, but he is missing." "Great! Tommy is busted, and we don't even know if the job is done." "The trial will begin sometime within this month, our laywer says he should just plead guilty and get it over with." "Alright, alright. Here's the plan. Find all of our police and judge contacts. See if we can 'intervene' in the situation. Then, when the trial is over, I'll go down and pay him a visit."