A Last Supper with Lansky

Mob Rule: Part 48 An army of mafia foot soldiers file into semitrailers for a final shootout at the Kennedy corral By John Armstrong The car with Meyer, Frank and I drove up alongside the convoy on the wrong side of the road and pulled in at the head of our army. It was an impressive sight – I just hoped it was enough, and I said so. “Don’t worry about that,” Meyer said. “I got a surprise for you, and for Old Joe, too.” I looked at him, waiting for more and he just smiled back. “Well, give. What is it?" He just smiled some more and said, “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise. But don’t worry, you’re gonna like it.” Then he squeezed Frank’s knee and said, “Adoro I piani be risusciti, eh?” which means “I love it when a plan comes together” and started laughing to himself as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Frank said, “Don’t look at me, Jackie. I stopped trying to figure this guy out before you were born.” So down the ...