This Capo Defied the Mafia Code — And Met a Brutal End – ht
July 12th, 1979. Nickerbacher Avenue, Brooklyn. The lunch hour heat pressed down on the cramped patio behind Joe and Mary’s Italian-American restaurant like a hand over a mouth. Three men sat around a white metal table, their jackets draped over chair backs, wine glasses catching the noon sun. Carmine Galante raised a thick Cuban…
