Rage of Angels

‘How would you do that?’

‘You know – muscle.’

‘Could you give the jury an example?’

Thomas Colfax was on his feet. ‘Objection, Your Honor. This line of questioning is immaterial.’

‘Overruled. The witness may answer.’

‘Well, Mike’s into loan-sharkin’, right? A coupla years ago Jimmy Serrano gets behind in his payments, so Mike sends me over to teach Jimmy a lesson.’

‘What did that lesson consist of?’

‘I broke his legs. You see,’ Stela explained earnestly, ‘if you let one guy get away with it, they’re all gonna try it.’

From the corner of his eye, Robert Di Silva could see the shocked reactions on the faces of the jurors.

‘What other business was Michael Moretti involved in besides loan-sharking?’

‘Jesus! You name it.’

‘I would like you to name it, Mr Stela.’

‘Yeah. Well, like on the waterfront, Mike got a pretty good fix in with the union. Likewise the garment industry. Mike’s into gamblin’, juke boxes, garbage collectin’, linen supplies. Like that.’

‘Mr Stela, Michael Moretti is on trial for the murders of Eddie and Albert Ramos. Did you know them?’

‘Oh, sure.’

‘Were you present when they were killed?’

‘Yeah.’ His whole body seemed to twitch.

‘Who did the actual killing?’

‘Mike.’ For a second, his eyes caught Michael Moretti’s eyes and Stela quickly looked away.

‘Michael Moretti?’

‘That’s right.’

‘Why did the defendant tell you he wanted the Ramos brothers killed?’

‘Well, Eddie and Al handled a book for –’

‘That’s a bookmaking operation? Illegal betting?’

‘Yeah. Mike found out they was skimmin’. He had to teach ’em a lesson ’cause they was his boys, you know? He thought –’

‘Objection!’

‘Sustained. The witness will stick to the facts.’

‘The facts was that Mike tells me to invite the boys –’

‘Eddie and Albert Ramos?’

‘Yeah. To a little party down at The Pelican. That’s a private beach club.’ His arm started to twitch again and Stela, suddenly aware of it, pressed against it with his other hand.

Jennifer Parker turned to look at Michael Moretti. He was watching impassively, his face and body immobile.

‘What happened then, Mr Stela?’

‘I picked Eddie and Al up and drove ’em to the parkin’ lot. Mike was there, waitin’. When the boys got outta the car, I moved outta the way and Mike started blastin’.’

‘Did you see the Ramos brothers fall to the ground?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘And they were dead?’

‘They sure buried ’em like they was dead.’

There was a ripple of sound through the courtroom. Di Silva waited until there was silence.

‘Mr Stela, you are aware that the testimony you have given in this courtroom is self-incriminating?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘And that you are under oath and that a man’s life is at stake?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘You witnessed the defendant, Michael Moretti, cold-bloodedly shoot to death two men because they had withheld money from him?’

‘Objection! He’s leading the witness.’

‘Sustained.’

District Attorney Di Silva looked at the faces of the jurors and what he saw there told him he had won the case. He turned to Camillo Stela.

‘Mr Stela, I know that it took a great deal of courage for you to come into this courtroom and testify. On behalf of the people of this state, I want to thank you.’ Di Silva turned to Thomas Colfax. ‘Your witness for cross.’

Thomas Colfax rose gracefully to his feet. ‘Thank you, Mr Di Silva.’ He glanced at the clock on the wall, then turned to the bench. ‘If it please Your Honor, it is now almost noon. I would prefer not to have my cross-examination interrupted. Might I request that the court recess for lunch now and I’ll cross-examine this afternoon?’

‘Very well.’ Judge Lawrence Waldman rapped his gavel on the bench. ‘This court stands adjourned until two o’clock.’

Everyone in the courtroom rose as the judge stood up and walked through the side door to his chambers. The jurors began to file out of the room. Four armed deputies surrounded Camillo Stela and escorted him through a door near the front of the courtroom that led to the witness room.