April 28, 2018, Prescott-
So, we got Santino to the hospital, in plenty of time and being a Castaldo, and a made man, to boot, Sonny got the best treatment. Papa wasn’t too thrilled at seeing his prime button man have the drop done on him-especially by a “dope”, like Tony Ribeiro. “He’s from the &*!#$ Azores, for the love of Christ!”, my sainted father shouted, “All those people know is netting mackerel”.
Sonny was thus taken down a notch, but at least there was no kiss planted on his cheek, or other made man positioned behind him, in the staff car. Tony, on the other hand, received an unannounced visit from important personages in our extended family. He cordially greeted the capos and offered them rich, dark coffee and some Azorean pastries, as was his wont. The men took the offered refreshments and warily plotted their gift of a comeuppance to their brother-in-arms’ assailant.
Unfortunately for those plans, it took the Lunesta about two minutes to kick in. Tony carefully dragged the men out of his shop and closed early. He was in Armonk, NY, when the news came over the radio, of an unfortunate blaze in Baltimore’s Flower Mart. “Ah, well, it’s to be expected. Alfredo Castaldo doesn’t have much of a sense of humour”, Mr. Ribeiro mused, as he pointed his car towards Connecticut, took out his travel bag and set the car alight.
Neither he, nor his cousin Marco, who picked him up, noticed the boys and me following, as the getaway car headed north towards Albany.