Chapter 23: Flannigan and Haskel
"Father Rotelli?" Richie said as he knocked softly on the door, of Father Rotelli's office.
"Yes Richard?" Father Rotelli responded.
"Remember that cross you gave me as a kid? The metal one that you blessed; well I had an accident and it got damaged, I was wondering if you could give me another one." Richie asked.
"Sure, here take this one, it's already been blessed." Father Rotelli said as he handed Richie the metal cross. "I've seen that you've looked troubled lately. Would you like to make a confession?"
"Another time Father, I have to go." Richie answered.
Richie and Father Rotelli said good bye to each other and Richie left. He climbed inside his black mafia sentinel, which already had Dickie, Felix, and Sergio inside. They drove to the harbor and parked. Soon Detective Flannigan and Detective Haskel arrived in their rusty old black Stallion. Flannigan was a middle aged, balding, Irish cop and Haskel was Flannigan's young Jewish partner. Both men were in debt to Richie and they were paying it off by giving Richie information. Both Detectives were dressed in tan trench coats.
"Flannigan, tell me who the fck sent those gunmen to my bakery, and where the fck are the Hungarians!" Richie yelled as he grabbed Flannigan by the coat.
"Back the fck off. Rusty sent those gunmen. The Hungarians are working with him, and the Hungarians are hiding out at an apartment on Staunton Island. Also, that agent you killed at the fish shop was with the F.B.I and they are looking for whoever is responsible. I mean you stirred up a real hornet's nest with this bullsht." Flannigan said quickly.
"Rusty? Are you fcking telling me that a fellow captain in the family is trying to have me whacked?" Richie questioned.
"Yeah, the Hungarians contacted Rusty through a guy named Michael Ragulli a.K.a Ragu." Haskel answered.
"Ragu? That's the guy that my son is friends with, sht!" Dickie said has he quickly pulled out his cell phone.
Dickie hurriedly dialed his son's phone number, but there was no answer. So Dickie then tried dialing his wife's number and no answer.
"Fck I got to get home!" Dickie said frantically.
"Just wait a second Dickie; we'll leave in a second after…" Richie started to say before he was interrupted by a bullet from a sniper. The sniper's bullet missed Richie barely and hit Detective Haskel in the chest. Haskel fell to the ground clutching his chest as blood spewed out, and Flannigan came to his aid.
"We got to get the fck out of here!" Felix yelled out as he opened the car door for Richie to get inside.
Richie jumped inside the car they had arrived in along with Sergio. Felix climbed in the passenger seat while Dickie took a seat behind the steering wheel. The four gangsters sped off hastily.