By Thom L. Jones
This story is a work of fiction. All the characters and events (except Carlo Gambino) are the product of the author's imagination.
They'd been sitting in the car for thirty minutes and were loosing the feeling in their feet and hands.
Sal kept squeezing his toes together, trying to keep the blood moving, and Joe rubbed his hands back and forward on the front of his overcoat,…
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