“It seems it wasn’t long before you, Albert, stood in front of Mel’s other henchmen to become Mel’s personal favorite.”
The Commissioner pulled over a stack of files from the side of his desk and opened the top one. The wall behind the Commissioners dark brown desk seemed to be made of file cabinets. The only area in the office that didn’t have a cabinet or staff post pinned to the wall was an open-blind window. Through the window was the lovely scenery of a weathered red brick wall. What’s left of the bare walls that could still be seen were a faded lime green. As though the walls themselves had banned together to hold off from turning grey for as long as possible.
“The other men in Mel’s service include three uniquely gifted and psychotic gunmen and Mel’s personal driver. The drivers’ name is David.”
The Commissioner leaned back in his beaten lazy-boy chair as though telling his grandson a bedtime story. He looked down his nose through rectangular glasses at the file. The file was so close to his face that all Albert could see were his eyes.
“David… is not a big boy like you, Albert. He tries to be intimidating but he stands only as high as your chest. All but one of the henchmen, do. But David here seems to have something, however unspoken, to prove. Arrested only a handful of times for assault, aggravated assault, carrying a concealed weapon and resisting arrest. As far as we can tell though he never discharged as single round from his weapon of choice. He carries a custom hard chrome Desert Eagle .50AE caliber with a shiny white finish and gold bow and arrow emblazoned on the handle. The bow and arrow logo represents David’s favorite past-time, archery. It’s the only weapon we ever caught David with and despite it being confiscated on occasion he always manages to get it back. I guess he leaves his real bow and arrow at home, huh?”
The Commissioner looked up from the file at Albert.
Nothing.
“Shaved head, tanned Caucasian, and is always wearing two necklaces under his usual white dress shirt. One necklace is the cross and is a symbol to David of his father, Michael, who was raised a Roman Catholic. The other necklace is the Star of David and it symbolizes David’s mother, Rose, who grew up in a very proud Jewish family. So proud was Rose’s Jewish family that she was excommunicated by the lot of them when she married David’s father. God only knows how the Roman Catholic Church felt about the union. David’s parents are still together to this very day, and David is always wearing a thin-framed pair of dark sunglasses and an equally thin and dark-brown goatee. David never talks, especially to us. He is like a machine. He is told where to go by Mel and he goes there. Because of his quiet nature and the color of his gun we’ve identified David as being referred to as “Casper” in our intercepted phone calls. Did I leave anything out?”
“David’s mother was a Jew?” Albert asked.
“Yes, still is actually, Albert. Excommunicated… for love.” The Commissioner appeared to be surprised that there was something Albert actually didn’t know.
Touching, Albert thought
The Commissioner moved the file aside and opened the next one. He leaned back in his chair and continued.
“The leading gunman of the three-gunman crew is Joe. His weapon of choice is a 48 AL auto/pump shotgun and he keeps a loaded S/W 9mm tucked in the left side of his black blazer, at least that’s where it was when we arrested him outside a nightclub last year for beating his old girlfriend. Joe is only 28 years old and could only be leader because he is the only other Italian in the group… or because he is Mel’s nephew. Joe has all the makings of a… Quote “hot-tempered-moron,” words from Mel’s own mouth describing Joe after the old Uncle bailed him out… again! Joe is third generation American. Joe looks like your average Italian mafia don, but a don he is not and when talking to him one on one in interrogation we found that his tough guy Brooklyn accent magically disappeared. When Uncle Mel showed up, Joe’s ‘Michael-Corleone-accent’ somehow resurfaced from his voice box. Joe’s father, Vincent, doesn’t even have an accent and it seems even less to do with the family business. Unfortunately, looks like his son has just watched the Godfather trilogy one too many times. He has full black hair that he grows out and gels down into a clumpy mane.
“Joe and me aren’t exactly mates.” Albert added. “He does see himself as our leader, but I get my orders from his Uncle and I never do anything Joe asks of me.”
“So he has no say-so when it comes to you and it bothers him as his ambition is to rule the ‘family business’ when Mel is no more. Is that about right?”
“Indeed.”
“So because of his misguided leadership skills and his fake Brooklyn accent everyone refers to Joe as ‘Da Head’ or ‘Head’ over the phone.
“… Which is short for ‘Dick-Head.’
The Commissioner laughed, “Seriously?”
“Absolutely! Nobody likes Joe. He is our crews resident fuck-up.”
The laughter continued for a few moments but only from the Commissioners side of the desk. As Albert prepared to hear the profile of two more people that the police have had their eye on he realized that there had been no mention of Walter.
Do they know nothing about the Godfather of the sick and twisted, Albert wondered.
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