May 3, 2006
The meeting took place as planned, Wednesday afternoon in Central Park. We met on a quiet bench near the fountain, only a little old lady sitting several benches away, out of earshot feeding the pigeons.
Furio waited 50 yards away on a bench, supposedly reading the newspaper he found there, but actually watching closely. Jason and a few of my made men were hidden in the surrounding trees, ready to leap out armed should the need arise.
Sal carefully extracted an envelope from his jacket inner pocket after showing me that he was also unarmed. Inside the envelope were photographs of his older brother, Al, standing with Edward Panucci, Donatelli Giacomo, Mario Bastianelli and several Zasa family members. He rattled off names of a few others that he'd learned about while pretending to work with Al to infiltrate and assume control of the Zasa operations.
There was a photograph where of a Tommasi with his arm around Summer, but Sal said Summer is now a spy working for Al and the Zasa. My guess is that Al had taken her to Vegas and made love to her while she thought it was Sal.
Since they were dead ringers I wasn't sure which Tommasi was at my side claiming to be Sal. He offered to drop his pants and show me the scar. I laughed and said Tammi had already seen the scar, and a lot more.
I wanted desperately to believe him, but I still wasn't convinced. I told him that I needed proof of his true support. He dropped to a knee in front of the bench and kissed the ring on my finger, claiming his loyalty.
I made him get up, saying we can't do what I want in public, that if he truly was Genovese, he would donate one pinky finger. I watched him squirm, but agree. Furio followed us back to the limo where I produced a small pair of twig shears. He offered his left hand and I commenced to cut his pinky with the shears, but as he closed his eyes and grimaced in pain, I stopped, telling him I believed him now. The scars there would identify him in the future as Sal.
We agreed after a short discussion that he would return to Vegas, eliminate Al, and Summer if she was truly a spy, and return with Al's hand bearing both his old family ring and the ring Summer had given him thinking he was Sal. If Summer were to live and bear children, we might never know which Tommasi had fathered them.
We left Sal there with a bandage around that pinky to make his own way back to his temporary room. It wouldn't be wise to let snooping eyes see us dropping Sal off in the limo.
