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Neri
did
n't
bother
with
the
other
two
punks
.
He
just
booted
their
asses
down
the
Avenue
,
telling
them
he
did
n't
want
them
on
the
street
that
night
.
In
such
encounters
all
was
done
so
quickly
that
there
was
no
time
for
a
crowd
to
gather
or
for
someone
to
protest
his
actions
.
Neri
would
get
into
the
patrol
car
and
his
partner
would
zoom
it
away
.
Of
course
once
in
a
while
there
would
be
a
real
hard
case
who
wanted
to
fight
and
might
even
pull
a
knife
.
These
were
truly
unfortunate
people
.
Neri
would
,
with
awesome
,
quick
ferocity
,
beat
them
bloody
and
throw
them
into
the
patrol
car
.
They
would
be
put
under
arrest
and
charged
with
assaulting
an
officer
.
But
usually
their
case
would
have
to
wait
until
they
were
discharged
from
the
hospital
.
Eventually
Neri
was
transferred
to
the
beat
that
held
the
United
Nations
building
area
,
mainly
because
he
had
not
shown
his
precinct
sergeant
the
proper
respect
.
The
United
Nations
people
with
their
diplomatic
immunity
parked
their
limousines
all
over
the
streets
without
regard
to
police
regulations
.
Neri
complained
to
the
precinct
and
was
told
not
to
make
waves
,
to
just
ignore
it
.
But
one
night
there
was
a
whole
side
street
that
was
impassable
because
of
the
carelessly
parked
autos
.
It
was
after
midnight
,
so
Neri
took
his
huge
flashlight
from
the
patrol
car
and
went
down
the
street
smashing
windshields
to
smithereens
.
It
was
not
easy
,
even
for
high-ranking
diplomats
,
to
get
the
windshields
repaired
in
less
than
a
few
days
.
Protests
poured
into
the
police
precinct
station
house
demanding
protection
against
this
vandalism
.
After
a
week
of
windshield
smashing
the
truth
gradually
hit
somebody
about
what
was
actually
happening
and
Albert
Neri
was
transferred
to
Harlem
.
One
Sunday
shortly
afterward
,
Neri
took
his
wife
to
visit
his
widowed
sister
in
Brooklyn
.
Albert
Neri
had
the
fierce
protective
affection
for
his
sister
common
to
all
Sicilians
and
he
always
visited
her
at
least
once
every
couple
of
months
to
make
sure
she
was
all
right
.
She
was
much
older
than
he
was
and
had
a
son
who
was
twenty
.
This
son
,
Thomas
,
without
a
father
's
hand
,
was
giving
trouble
.
He
had
gotten
into
a
few
minor
scrapes
,
was
running
a
little
wild
.
Neri
had
once
used
his
contacts
on
the
police
force
to
keep
the
youth
from
being
charged
with
larceny
.
On
that
occasion
he
had
kept
his
anger
in
check
but
had
given
his
nephew
a
warning
.
"
Tommy
,
you
make
my
sister
cry
over
you
and
I
'll
straighten
you
out
myself
.
"
It
was
intended
as
a
friendly
pally-uncle
warning
,
not
really
as
a
threat
.
But
even
though
Tommy
was
the
toughest
kid
in
that
tough
Brooklyn
neighborhood
,
he
was
afraid
of
his
Uncle
Al.
.
On
this
particular
visit
Tommy
had
come
in
very
late
Saturday
night
and
was
still
sleeping
in
his
room
.
His
mother
went
to
wake
him
,
telling
him
to
get
dressed
so
that
he
could
eat
Sunday
dinner
with
his
uncle
and
aunt
.
The
boy
's
voice
came
harshly
through
the
partly
opened
door
,
"
I
do
n't
give
a
shit
,
let
me
sleep
,
"
and
his
mother
came
back
out
into
the
kitchen
smiling
apologetically
.
So
they
had
to
eat
their
dinner
without
him
.
Neri
asked
his
sister
if
Tommy
was
giving
her
any
real
trouble
and
she
shook
her
head
.
Neri
and
his
wife
were
about
to
leave
when
Tommy
finally
got
up
.
He
barely
grumbled
a
hello
and
went
into
the
kitchen
.
Finally
he
yelled
in
to
his
mother
,
"
Hey
,
Ma
,
how
about
cooking
me
something
to
eat
?
"
But
it
was
not
a
request
.
It
was
the
spoiled
complaint
of
an
indulged
child
.
His
mother
said
shrilly
,
"
Get
up
when
it
's
dinnertime
and
then
you
can
eat
.
I
'm
not
going
to
cook
again
for
you
.
"
It
was
the
sort
of
little
ugly
scene
that
was
fairly
commonplace
,
but
Tommy
still
a
little
irritable
from
his
slumber
made
a
mistake
.
"
Ah
,
fuck
you
and
your
nagging
,
I
'll
go
out
and
eat
.
"
As
soon
as
he
said
it
he
regretted
it
.
