Tags:
Fiction,
Literary,
thriller,
Greed,
Crime,
Family,
Mafia,
Novel,
organized crime,
Capitalism,
money,
secrets,
Mistaken Identity,
power,
Ohio,
Cleveland
wonders how much theyâve got on him, how much they know, how far back it goes, because heâs been involved for a long time. But he never doubts that the folder exists, along with hundreds of others, on him and his friends and acquaintances, all the little criminals. Itâs like that for every organization in town, the Italians, the Irish, whoever else. A hundred tiny, squabbling families, too busy with their own problems to have very much to do with one another. Theyâre living side by side in the same city, but theyâve all got their heads down, working a million little hustles. Itâs small-time stuff, Kosookyy thinks. It has to be. If itâs a bigger deal, then whatâs he doing still living in Parma, right? Thereâs no great criminal conspiracy; the only time they ever come together is on paper, in the offices of the police and feds, the people trying to bring them in.
But the new criminals are different. Kosookyy knows so little about them, has seen just glimpses of their operations. Enough to be worried, though. Enough to be scared. Which is why, when Curly calls to tell him that Peteyâs met a guy, that heâs going to Kiev, and Curlyâs going with him, Kosookyy tells him not to go, even though he knows it wonât make any difference.
The deal is pretty simple. Peteyâs got the money but canât speak the language, and Curlyâs the only person in the world Petey trusts to speak for him. Part of that trust involves blackmail: Each of them knows enough to put the other guy away for decades. But itâs more than that. For each of them, so much has come and goneâthe parties, the jobs, the girls, the dealers, the times theyâve both almost been arrested but werenât because they kept their mouths shutâbut the truth is that their friendship sneaked up on them. Neither of them can remember when or how it was they got so tight. There was just some morning that they both knew. Each of them knows how the other likes his coffee, how stiff they like their cocktails. What brand of booze they drink. Curly knows that thereâs no point in discussing anything serious with Petey before eleven in the morning and that heâs terrible at doing his laundry; he wears cologne to hide the fact that heâs wearing dirty clothes. Petey knows that Curly doesnât sleep very well and has something close to a fetish about keeping his shoes polished. Theyâve shared an apartment, three different apartments, for twenty-two months, have an easy silence between them you see in people whoâve been together longer than that. Why donât you check with your wife to see if itâs okay, their other friends say when they ask one of them out. Petey hasnât seen his parents for over a year, his siblings for longer than that. His extended family is a fading memory. Curlyâs all heâs got. And while Curlyâs still a family man, still goes to church on Sunday mornings and dinner on Sunday afternoons, he knows he wants more, and Peteyâs his only way out. They know that an associate of the Wolf runs a restaurant on the East Side, a little dinner place that doesnât look like much. The meeting is quick. They talk about how Peteyâs interested in investing. Good, the restaurant owner says, in a halting Ukrainian. We are always looking for new sources of capital. He eyes them, waiting for them to speak. They donât.
âFine,â he says, as if theyâd just agreed to something. âI can give you a good rate of return. Very high.â
âWhatâs the nature of the investment?â Curly says.
âWhat do you care?â
Petey laughs. The restaurant owner doesnât.
âYou wonât know what youâre investing in, you understand?â the owner says. âNone of us know.â
âNone of you know? Someone must know.â
âSomeone must,â the owner says, and lets that hang in the
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