Part 23: I Stood by the Deal, but the Colonel....
Friday, 18 February 1984
Bay Ridge, Brooklyn
1800 hours
Testaturco sat in the back of his car. His men sat in the front.
"They're going to fuck us over," his driver said. "Why should this Lieutenant pick us?"
"Because he knew us," the passenger said. "Who else was he going to turn to? He doesn't know the caporegime. He doesn't know the Boss. Just us. And we're lucky. That bomb goes off, no one is going to play the numbers."
"Shut up, both of you," Testaturco replied. "You see him?"
"Oh, yeah, here comes a bus... he's getting off," the passenger said.
"He armed?"
"He's got his pistol and he's got his rifle. But I don't see nobody else."
The Lieutenant stopped on the corner, looked around, and saw Testaturco's car. He walked over.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said. "Nice night considering. It will get a little colder tomorrow, the weatherman says. But no snow. Which is good, because I've driven Pennsylvania roads in snow, and I'd rather be facing the 107th Guards Motorized Rifle Division."
"Yeah. When are your people coming?"
"How many trucks do you have?"
"Four. Two are empty and can hold a lot of people. One has building materials. The other has stuff we can use for trade."
"Booze, cigarettes, and dope?"
"Sort of."
"How many men do you have with each truck?"
"Just the driver. He's got a CB so he can stay in touch."
"I'm putting a couple of my guys in with your driver. They'll know the way."
Testaturco frowned. "What the hell? Since when are they part of the deal?"
"They're husbands and fathers. Their families are getting out. But they're older guys. You scared of a few greybeards?"
"It wasn't in the deal."
"Testaturco, you're a smart man. You know if the word went out that you had construction materials and kerosene in those trucks, they'd be hijacked - or worse, confiscated by the government. We're making this official, in a way."
"Yeah. There will also be a couple of limousine buses. They have my family and my special friends," the underboss replied.
"XX-chromosome special friends?"
"Yeah. We're keeping it small. When they get to the mine, they'll call me and I'll follow."
"Okay. Let's get going, then," said the Lieutenant.
Two trucks pulled up. They opened the back. Women and children climbed in. A State Guardsman with a checklist counted them off as they came on board.
"It's not all bad in the back," Testaturco said. "We don't want to have anyone get hurt, so we put extra blankets and sheets and stuff in there so they can stay warm. There are even a few cots."
"That's kind of you."
"Hey, people are people. Except the fucking Russians. They would have to fuck over business. At least we can start over."
The last person loaded needed that extra padding. "Who the hell is that?" the driver asked. "What happened to him?"
"He's our C Company commander," the Lieutenant said. "He broke his hip slipping on ice. Lucky son of a gun."
"Lucky?"
The Lieutenant grinned. "For certain values of luck."
He walked away and checked with the Guards. "You guys know what to do?"
"Yes, sir," they chorused.
"Remember. You are on detached duty. You are still under military discipline. And when Captain McDonald recovers, you will place yourself under his orders."
"Yes, sir."
"Get out and good luck."
They saluted. The Lieutenant returned the salute. The trucks and limos drove off towards Staten Island.
The Lieutenant walked back to the Cadillac. "All right, gentlemen; I shall not see you again, I think. Good bye." He shook hands with all three, and then headed back to the bus stop.
The Cadillac followed the trucks and bus limos. A government car pulled up. Major Sholom and Colonel Capparelli were in it; so was Detective Sergeant King.
"Your wives and families are on the truck, sirs. They'll be at the shelter by tonight."
"What about Testaturco?"
Detective King spoke up. "I called some friends of mine."
Friday, 18 February 1984
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
2239 hours
"This is the truck stop," the driver said. "Everyone's pulling in. We wait for the locals from wherever this mine is to meet us?"
"That's the deal," Testaturco said.
"Good. You want me to get you some coffee or something, boss, while we wait?"
"Coffee, Joe. And make sure it's fresh," the underboss said.
Joe went over to the T&A and went inside. Several men in leather jackets and grey trousers were inside. They looked like cops, but they didn't notice him in particular.
A few more trucks showed up. A couple of vans pulled up next to the trucks with New York plates. "That's my cue," Joe said to himself. He picked up the coffee and went outside.
A white police car pulled up to the Cadillac, followed by another, and another. Two Pennsylvania State Police got out of each car. One of the policeman intercepted Joe. "Put the coffee down and put your hands up."
"What are you doing? We have a deal..."
"You're smuggling building materials without a permit," the trooper said. "You and your friends are coming with us."
"But what about our people?"
"They'll be fine unless they make trouble."
People got of a station wagon and a van, and took over the wheels of the trucks. The trucks lined up drove back on to the highway.
"Don't worry," the trooper said. "The county jail is nice and safe."
"That bastard Lieutenant."
"No, he stood by his word. He didn't promise his colonel wouldn't call the cops, though."