Chapter 15: An Old Friend
"When the fck is Frank going to call?" Dickie asked as he paced back and forth in the Atlantic Quays warehouse.
"As soon as the guard gets him from his cell, just be fcking patient." Richie answered.
Marco and Sergio were searching through the warehouse for a crate of weapons they had stashed there for emergencies. Richie's cell phone began to vibrate on the desk and emit a loud ring. He picked his phone up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"It's Frank."
"Frank, it's me Richie."
"I know"
"How's life on the inside? I bet everyone is trying to take a crack at the oldest Leone alive." Richie asked.
"Not really, the food tastes like sht, and the only thing I can do is lift weights or read a fcking book." Frank replied.
"I know the feeling. Anyways I called because you were my mentor back in the late 70's and early 80's and I need your advice. A friend of ours tried to have me taken out of the equation today. The problem is it was Angelo."
"Did you kill him?"
"No, no, he sent some of his boys to take care of the job. Normally I would go beat the living sht out of him, but he is the temporary boss with Nicky on the inside."
"Well Richie, I got an idea. Have someone outside of your crew injure Angelo. That way Vito becomes the temporary Don while Angelo is getting patched up in the hospital."
"Anyone you recommend?" Richie responded.
"Umm, let me see. Oh yeah, Gianluca Penzo got out of prison recently."
"Isn't he like sixty five years old?" Richie questioned.
"Yeah but he can get sht done. He's still fit as a horse to from what I hear. I hear he is staying with his two brothers over in Shoreside Vale. Do you need directions?" Frank replied.
"No, I remember where his brothers lived. It's an old grey house right?"
"Yeah."
"Ok thanks Frank, it was nice talking with you."
"You to Richie, take care."
Frank and Richie both hung up at the same time.
"So what did he say?" Dickie asked curiously
"Post pone our trip to Vice City to next week, and go home and get some sleep. We have to make a few stops tomorrow."