Judge & Jury

"I graduated." Machia nodded."Only thing Iever graduated," he said with a crooked smile.

"Please just answer what the government asks you, Mr. Machia," said the judge, leaning over.

"Thank you, Your Honor." The prosecutor went back to his notes."So I want to get back to the way in which you were promoted, Mr. Machia. From an associate to a soldier. If I'm not mistaken, I believe it's called beingmade, right?"

"You mean like the ceremony? It was at Melucchi's on Flatbush Avenue. In the back. They have a private room there. I never even knew. They asked me to drive one of the captains. Frankie Stamps. We called him that because there were two Frankies, and Frankie Stamps was into mail fraud. I figured it was just a meeting. Every one of the captains was there. Mr. Cavello, too."

"By Mr. Cavello, you mean Dominic Cavello? The defendant? He was there? At that meeting?"

"Sure he was there. He was the Boss."

"We'll get back to that later," the prosecutor said, letting the wordboss resonate over the courtroom."But I'm actually more interested in what got you to that ceremony."

"What got me to the ceremony?" Machia shrugged."It was a Lincoln, I think."

This time, full-out laughter spread throughout the courtroom.

"I meant, what did you do to make yourself worthy, Mr. Machia?" The prosecutor pushed through the laughter."In order to be promoted."

"Oh, that." Machia sat back and reached for his water. He took a long drink."I killed Sam Greenblatt in front of his house."

Chapter 14

A HUSH SETTLED over the courtroom. Everybody felt it. Andie DeGrasse couldn't believe what she'd just heard.

One minute this guy's making a joke, a regular guy. Then he admits to blowing someone away. She'd never heard anyone speak so casually about killing someone. Like he had to run an errand and pick up something at the store.

"You're admitting you killed Mr. Greenblatt in front of his home?" Joel Goldenberger looked just as shocked as everyone else.

"I already admitted that, Mr. Goldenberger. To the police and to the FBI. I wasn't exactly proud of it, but that's how you get ahead in this game."

The prosecutor stepped back, letting the full effect of Machia's testimony settle in. Andie recalled the crime pictures, the bloody scene."Can you describe for the jury how that particular job came to be?"

"All right." The witness took a deep breath."I worked for Ralphie D."

"Ralphie D.," the prosecutor interrupted."You mean Ralph Denunziatta, right?" He pointed to a round, heavy face higher up in the family tree."He was a lieutenant in the Guarino crime family?"

"That's him." Machia nodded."We called him Ralphie D. because-"

"We got it, Mr. Machia. Because there was another Ralphie."

"RalphieF. "

"Ralphie Fraoli." The prosecutor pointed to another face on the other side of the board.

Machia scratched his head."To tell you the truth, Mr. Goldenberger, I never actually knew what Ralphie F.'s last name was."

The laughter grew heavier now. This would be good comedy if it wasn't so deadly serious.

"So your boss, Ralph Denunziatta, contacted you?"

"He said the family needed this thing done. For the Boss."

"And by ‘this thing done,' it was understood he meant a job, a hit? It meant you had to kill someone?"

"It was understood what he meant, Mr. Goldenberger."

"And by the Boss"-the prosecutor faced the witness again-“you took that to mean…?"

"Dominic Cavello." He pointed in the direction of the defendant."They said a favor had to be done. There was this guy in New Jersey who was causing problems. Not a protected guy, just a regular civilian."

"And how did you feel about taking care of this, Mr. Machia? You knew that it meant killing somebody."

"I knew what it entailed, Mr. Goldenberger." Machia glanced over toward the jury. For a second, Andie's blood ran cold. She felt his eyes were fixed on her."Ralphie told me how they had it all pla

"By your friend, you're referring to Steven Ma

"Yeah, Stevie." Machia nodded."We'd known each other since we were kids."

"So Mr. Ma

"And some plates. It was decided the easiest place to hit the guy would be at his house when he came out for work in the morning. What do they call that kind of street that ends in a circle?"

"A cul-de-sac," the prosecutor said.

"Yeah, cul-de-sac. We had several cars around, patrolling the area. Checking for cops. Tommy Moose was in one-Tommy Mussina. Ralphie reported directly to him. We did a dry run two days before. We tailed the mark. This Jewish guy. He kissed his wife good-bye at the door. Seemed like an all-right guy."

"But you were willing to go through with it anyway?" the prosecutor asked.

Machia shrugged, taking a long sip from his water bottle."Not like you have a lot of choice, Mr. Goldenberger. I seen guys put away for turning down a job. You don't go through with it, you could be next. Besides…"

"Besideswhat, Mr. Machia?" the prosecutor urged him on.

"It was a favor for the Boss, Mr. Goldenberger. You don't turn that down."

"And how did you know this, sir?"

"Ralphie said it was for the Electrician."

"And by ‘the Electrician,' he meantwho, Mr. Machia?"

"Objection!" Cavello's attorney stood up with a scowl. Andie looked at O'Fly

"Sorry, Your Honor," the prosecutor apologized."So by ‘the Electrician,' Mr. Machia, youunderstood that Ralphie D. meantwho? "

"Dominic Cavello. The Electrician, that was his name. Ralphie worked for Tommy. Tommy worked for the Boss."

The prosecutor nodded, clearly pleased."So you knew this hit was for the Boss, meaning Mr. Cavello, wholly because Ralphie D.said this to you?"

"That,and the other thing." Machia shrugged.

"What other thing, Mr. Machia?" The prosecutor turned, his voice rising.

There was a pause. Louis Machia settled back in his chair. For the first time, Cavello's eyes lifted toward the witness. Machia took a couple gulps of water. Then he put the bottle down.

"Those cars I spoke of, Mr. Goldenberger, driving around. Dominic Cavello was in one, too."

Chapter 15

THEY BROKE FOR LUNCH, and Andie spent it outside in Foley Square. It was cold, but still pretty nice for November. She ate a tuna wrap on a ledge, going over some proofreading for the neighborhood newspaper she worked for part-time. She made an entry in her trial notebook, too-and underlined it:Cavello was there!

At two o'clock, they all filed back in. Louis Machia was still on the stand.

"I want to pick up where we left off, Mr. Machia." The prosecutor stepped back up to the stand."What happened after Samuel Greenblatt's murder?"

"After the murder?" The witness thought a moment."I was promoted, Mr. Goldenberger. I was made a soldier, like you said."

"I think that was several weeks afterward," the prosecutor corrected him."Maybe a month?"

"Twenty-seven days." Machia smiled."To be exact."

There were a few more chuckles from the gallery. From Goldenberger, too."Clearly, that was an important day in your life, Mr. Machia. But I was referring more to the daysimmediately after Sam Greenblatt's murder."

"Oh, that." Machia shook his head as if he'd been thwacked in the face. He took a sip from his water bottle again."We ditched the car. We were all supposed to meet up at Ralphie D.'s diner later, in Brooklyn."