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Budget stats droned on. Littell flipped to CRIME FIGURES.

Sam Giancana Sam Giancana, born 1908. AKA "Mo," "Momo," "Mooney." Giancana AKA "Mo," "Momo," "Mooney." Giancana is the Chicago Mob "Boss of Bosses." He follows is the Chicago Mob "Boss of Bosses." He follows Al Capone Al Capone, Paul "The Waiter" Ricca Paul "The Waiter" Ricca and and Anthony "Joe Batters"/ 'Big Tuna" Accaido Anthony "Joe Batters"/ 'Big Tuna" Accaido as the Chicago overlord of all gambling, loansharking, numbers, vending machine, prostitution and labor rackets. Giancana has been personally involved in numerous Mob-related killings. He was rejected for World War II service as a "constitutional psychopath." as the Chicago overlord of all gambling, loansharking, numbers, vending machine, prostitution and labor rackets. Giancana has been personally involved in numerous Mob-related killings. He was rejected for World War II service as a "constitutional psychopath." Giancana Giancana lives in suburban Oak Park He is frequently seen hi the company of his personal bodyguard lives in suburban Oak Park He is frequently seen hi the company of his personal bodyguard Dominic Michael Montalvo Dominic Michael Montalvo, AKA "Butch Montrose," AKA "Butch Montrose," born 1919. born 1919. Giancana Giancana is a close personal associate of International Brotherhood of Teamsters President is a close personal associate of International Brotherhood of Teamsters President James Riddle Hoffa James Riddle Hoffa. He is rumored to have a voice in the loan selection process of the Teamsters' Central States Pension Fund, an exceedingly rich and dubiously administered union trust believed to have financed many illegal ventures.

Gus Alex Gus Alex, born 1916. (Numerous AKA's.) Alex is the former North Side rackets boss now deployed as the Chicago Mob's political "fixer" and liaison to corrupt elements within the Chicago Police Department and the Cook County Sheriff's Office. He is a closely allied associate of Murray Llewellyn Humphreys Murray Llewellyn Humphreys, AKA "Hump" and "The Camel," AKA "Hump" and "The Camel," born 1899. born 1899. Humphreys Humphreys is the Chicago Mob's "elder statesman." He is semi-retired,, but is sometimes consulted on Chicago Mob policy decisions. is the Chicago Mob's "elder statesman." He is semi-retired,, but is sometimes consulted on Chicago Mob policy decisions.

John "Johnny" Rosselli John "Johnny" Rosselli, born 1905. Rosselli Rosselli is a closely allied associate of is a closely allied associate of Sam Giancana Sam Giancana and serves as the front man of the Chicago Mob--owned Stardust Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. and serves as the front man of the Chicago Mob--owned Stardust Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Rosselli Rosselli is rumored to have substantial casino-hotel holdings in Havana, Cuba, along with Cuban gambling magnates is rumored to have substantial casino-hotel holdings in Havana, Cuba, along with Cuban gambling magnates Santo Trafficante Jr. Santo Trafficante Jr. and Carlos Marcello, the Mob bosses of Tampa, Florida, and New Orleans, Louisiana, respectively. and Carlos Marcello, the Mob bosses of Tampa, Florida, and New Orleans, Louisiana, respectively.

Known-associate and investment lists followed. Staggering: Giancana/Hoffa/Rosselli/Trafficante/Marcello et al. knew every major hoodlum in every major U.S. city and owned legitimate interests in trucking firms, nightclubs, factories, race horses, banks, movie theaters, amusement parks and over three hundred Italian restaurants. Their collective indictment-to-conviction ratio: 308 to 14.

Littell skimmed an appendix: MINOR CRIME FIGURES. Mob bosses wouldn't snitch--but the little fish might.

Jacob Rubenstein Jacob Rubenstein, born 1911. AKA "Jack Ruby AKA "Jack Ruby." This man operates a striptease club in Dallas, Texas, and is known to dabble in small-time loansharking. He is rumored to occasionally transmit Chicago Mob money to Cuban politicians, including President Fulgencio Batista and rebel leader Fidel Castro. Rubenstein/Ruby Rubenstein/Ruby is Chicago-born and has maintained extensive ties within the Chicago Mob. He is a frequent Chicago visitor. is Chicago-born and has maintained extensive ties within the Chicago Mob. He is a frequent Chicago visitor.

Herschel Meyer Ryskind Herschel Meyer Ryskind, born 1901. AKA "Hersh," "Hesh," "Heshie AKA "Hersh," "Hesh," "Heshie." This man is a former (circa 1930s) member of the Detroit-based 'Purple Gang.' He resides in Arizona and Texas, but maintains strong Chicago Mob ties. He is rumored to be active in the Gulf Coast heroin trade. He is alleged to be a close friend of Sam Giancana Sam Giancana and and James Riddle Hoffa James Riddle Hoffa and is said to have mediated labor disputes for the Chicago Mob. and is said to have mediated labor disputes for the Chicago Mob.

"Alleged to be"/"rumored to have"/"believed to be." Key phrases revealing a key truth: the file read noncommittal and equivocal. Hoover didn't really hate the Mob--the THP was his response to Apalachin.

Lenny Sands Lenny Sands, born 1924. (Formerly Leonard Joseph Seidelwitz), AKA "Jewboy Lenny AKA "Jewboy Lenny." This man is considered to be a mascot to the Chicago Mob. His nominal occupation is lounge entertainer. He frequently entertains at Chicago Mob and Cook County Teamster gatherings. Sands is said to have occasionally delivered Chicago Mob funds to Cuban police officials as part of the Chicago Mob's efforts to maintain a friendly political climate in Cuba and insure the continued success of their Havana casinos. Sands Sands has a vending machine pick-up route and is a salaried employee of the Chicago Mob's quasi-legitimate "Vendo-King" business front. (Note: Sands is a well-established Las Vegas/Los Angeles entertainment business "fringe character." He is also rumored to have given U.S. Senator John Kennedy (D--Massachusetts) speech lessons during his 1946 Congressional campaign.) has a vending machine pick-up route and is a salaried employee of the Chicago Mob's quasi-legitimate "Vendo-King" business front. (Note: Sands is a well-established Las Vegas/Los Angeles entertainment business "fringe character." He is also rumored to have given U.S. Senator John Kennedy (D--Massachusetts) speech lessons during his 1946 Congressional campaign.) A Mob flunky knew Jack Kennedy. And he he wired a whore's pad to entrap him. wired a whore's pad to entrap him.

Littell jumped back and forth: MINOR CRIME FIGURES to RELATED OBSERVATIONS.

Chicago Mob territories are geographically divided. The North Side, Near North Side, West Side, South Side, Loop, Lakefront and northern suburb areas are ran by underbosses who report directly to Sam Giancana Sam Giancana.

Mario Salvatore D'Onofrio Mario Salvatore D'Onofrio, born 1912. AKA "Mad Sal AKA "Mad Sal." This man is an independent loan shark and bookmaker. He is allowed to operate because he pays Sam Giancana Sam Giancana a large operating tribute. a large operating tribute. D'Onofrio D'Onofrio was convicted of 2nd Degree Manslaughter in 1951 and served a five-year sentence at the Illinois State Penitentiary at Joliet. A prison psychiatrist described him as a "Psychopathically-derived criminal sadist with uncontrollable psycho-sexual urges to inflict pain." He was recently a suspect in the torture-murders of two Bob O'Link Country Club golf professionals rumored to owe him money. was convicted of 2nd Degree Manslaughter in 1951 and served a five-year sentence at the Illinois State Penitentiary at Joliet. A prison psychiatrist described him as a "Psychopathically-derived criminal sadist with uncontrollable psycho-sexual urges to inflict pain." He was recently a suspect in the torture-murders of two Bob O'Link Country Club golf professionals rumored to owe him money.

Independent bookmaker-loan sharks flourish in Chicago. This is due to Sam Giancana's Sam Giancana's policy of extracting high-percentage operating tributes. One of Giancana's most fearsome underbosses, policy of extracting high-percentage operating tributes. One of Giancana's most fearsome underbosses, Anthony "Icepick Tony" Iannone Anthony "Icepick Tony" Iannone (born 1917), serves as the Chicago Mob's liaison to independent bookmaker-loanshark factions. (born 1917), serves as the Chicago Mob's liaison to independent bookmaker-loanshark factions. Iannone Iannone is strongly believed to be responsible for the mutilation murders of no less than nine heavily indebted loanshark customers. is strongly believed to be responsible for the mutilation murders of no less than nine heavily indebted loanshark customers.

Names jumped out. Odd appellations made him laugh.

Tony "the Ant" Spilotro, Felix "Milwaukee Phil" Alderisio, Frank "Franky Strongy" Ferraro.

Joe Amato, Joseph Cesar Di Varco, Jackie "Jackie the Lackey" Cerone.

The Teamsters' Central States Pension Fund remains a source of constant law enforcement speculation. Does Sam Giancana Sam Giancana have final Fund loan approval? What is the established protocol for granting loans to criminals, quasi-legitimate businessmen and labor racketeers seeking capital? have final Fund loan approval? What is the established protocol for granting loans to criminals, quasi-legitimate businessmen and labor racketeers seeking capital?

Jimmy "Turk" Torello, Louie "the Mooch" Eboli.

The Miami PD Intelligence Squad believes that Sam Giancana Sam Giancana is a silent partner in the is a silent partner in the Tiger Kab Kompany Tiger Kab Kompany, a Teamster-owned taxi service run by Cuban refugees believed to possess extensive criminal records.

Daniel "Donkey Dan" Versace, "Fat Bob" Paolucci-- The phone rang. Littell fumbled for it--eyestrain had him seeing double.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Kemper, hi."

"What have you been doing? When I left you were two sheets to the wind."

Littell laughed. "I've been reading the THP file. And so far, I'm not too impressed with Mr. Hoover's anti-Mob mandate."

"Watch your mouth, he might have bugged your room."

"That's a cruel thought."

"Yes, if not far-fetched. Ward, look, it's still snowing, and you'll never be able to fly out today. Why don't you meet me at the Committee office? Bobby and I are grilling a witness. He's a Chicago man, and you might learn something."

"I could use some air. You're at the old Senate Office Building?"

"Right, suite 101. I'll be in interview room A. It's got an observation corridor, so you'll be able to watch. And remember my cover. I'm retired from the FBI."

"You're a glib dissembler, Kemper. It's rather sad."

"Don't get lost in the snow."The setup was perfect: a closed hallway with one-way glass access and wall-mounted speakers. Partitioned off in cubicle A: the Kennedy brothers, Kemper, and a blond man.

Cubicles B, C and D were vacant. He had the watching gallery to himself--the snowstorm must have scared people home.

Littell hit the speaker switch. Voices crackled out with minimum static.

The men sat around a desk. Robert Kennedy played host and worked the tape recorder.

"Take your time, Mr. Kirpaski. You're a voluntary witness, and we're here at your disposal."

The blond man said, "Call me Roland. Nobody calls me Mr. Kirpaski."

Kemper grinned. "Any man who rolls over on Jimmy Hoffa deserves that formality."

Brilliant Kemper--reviving his Tennessee drawl.

Roland Kirpaski said, "That's nice, I guess. But you know, Jimmy Hoffa's Jimmy Hoffa. What I mean is, it's like they say about the elephant. He don't forget."

Robert Kennedy laced his hands behind his head. "Hoffa will have plenty of time in prison to remember everything that put him there."

Kirpaski coughed. "I'd like to say something. And I'd... uh... like to read it off when I testify in front of the Committee."

Kemper said, "Go ahead."

Kirpaski leaned his chair back. "I'm a union guy. I'm a Teamster I'm a Teamster. Now, I told you all them stories about Jimmy doing this and doing that, you know, telling his guys to lean on these other guys that wouldn't play ball and so forth. I guess maybe all that stuff is illegal, but you know what? That don't bother me so much. The only reason I'm so-called rolling over on Jimmy is because I can add up two and two and get four, and I heard enough at fucking Chicago Local 2109 to figure out that Jimmy Fucking Hoffa is cutting side deals with management, which means that he is a scab piece of shit, pardon my French, and I want to go on the record as saying that that is my motive for ratting him off."

John Kennedy laughed. Littell flashed on the Shoftel job and winced.

Robert Kennedy said, "Duly noted, Roland. You'll be able to read any statement you like before you testify. And remember, we're saving your testimony for a televised session. Millions of people will see you."

Kemper said, "The more publicity you get, the more unlikely it is that Hoffa will attempt reprisals."

Kirpaski said, "Jimmy don't forget. He's like an elephant that way. You know those gangster pictures you showed me? Those guys I saw Jimmy with?"

Robert Kennedy held up some photos. "Santo Trafficante Jr. and Carlos Marcello."

Kirpaski nodded. "Right. I also want to go on the record as saying that I've heard good things about those guys. I heard they hire union men exclusively. No Mafia guy ever said, 'Roland, you're a dumb Southside Polack' to me. Like I said, they visited Jimmy at his suite at the Drake, and all they talked about was the weather, the Cubs and politics in Cuba. I want to go on the record as saying I got no gripe against the fucking Mafia."

Kemper winked at the one-way. "Neither does J. Edgar Hoover."

Littell laughed. Kirpaski said, "What?"

Robert Kennedy drummed the table. "Mr. Boyd is performing for some unseen colleague of his. Now, Roland, let's get back to Miami and Sun Valley."

Kirpaski said, "I'd like to. Jesus, this snow."

Kemper stood up and stretched his legs. "Walk us through your observations again."

Kirpaski sighed. "I was a Chicago delegate to the convention last year. We stayed at the Deauville in Miami. I was still friendly with Jimmy then, because I hadn't figured out he was a scab cocksucker cutting side deals with--"

Robert Kennedy cut in. "Stick to the point, please."

"The point is I ran some errands for Jimmy. I went by the Tiger Kab stand, which is spelled with a goddamn K, and picked up some cash so Jimmy could take some guys from the Miami locals out on a boat to shoot sharks with Tommy guns, which is one of Jimmy's favorite Florida things to do. I must have picked up three grand easy. The cabstand was like the planet Mars. All these crazy Cuban guys wearing tiger-colored shirts. The boss Cuban was this guy Fulo. He was selling these hot TVs out of the parking lot. The Tiger Kab business is strictly cash-operated. If you want my considered opinion, it's a tax evasion bounce looking to happen."

Static rattled the speaker--Littell tapped the squelch button and smoothed the volume out. John Kennedy looked bored and restless.

Robert Kennedy doodled on a notepad. "Tell us about Anton Gretzler again."

Kirpaski said, "We all went out shark shooting. Gretzler came along. Him and Jimmy were talking by themselves over on one end of the boat away from the shark shooters. I was down in the can, being seasick. I guess they thought they had privacy, because they were talking up this not-too-legal-sounding stuff, which I want to go on the record as stating was no skin off my ass, because it didn't involve collusion with management."

John Kennedy tapped his watch. Kemper prompted Kirpaski. "What exactly did they discuss?"

"Sun Valley. Gretzler said he had land surveys done, and his surveyor said the land wouldn't fall into the swamp for five years or so, which would let them off the hook, legally speaking. Jimmy said he could tap the Pension Fund for three million dollars to purchase the land and prefab material, and maybe they could pocket some cash up front."

Robert Kennedy jumped up. His chair crashed--the one-way glass shimmied. "That is very strong testimony! That is a virtual admission of conspiracy to commit land fraud and intent to defraud the Pension Fund!"

Kemper picked the chair up. "It's only courtroom valid if Gretzler corroborates it or perjures himself denying it. Without Gretzler, it's Roland's word versus Hoffa's. It comes down to credibility, and Roland has two drunk-driving convictions while Hoffa's record is technically clean."

Bobby fumed. Kemper said, "Bob, Gretzler has to be dead. His car was dumped in a swamp, and the man himself can't be found. I've put a lot of hours in trying to find him, and I haven't turned up one viable lead."

"He could have faked his own death to avoid appearing before the Committee."

"I think that's unlikely."

Bobby straddled his chair and gripped down on the slats. "You may be right. But I may still send you down to Florida to make sure."

Kirpaski said, "I'm hungry."

Jack rolled his eyes. Kemper winked at him.

Kirpaski sighed. "I said I'm hungry."

Kemper checked his watch. "Wrap it up for the senator, Roland. Tell us how Gretzler got drunk and shot his mouth off."

"I get the picture. Sing for your supper."

Bobby said, "Goddamnit--"

"All right, all right. It was after the shark shoot. Gretzler was pissed because Jimmy ridiculed him for holding his Tommy gun like a sissy. Grander started talking up these rumors he'd heard about the Pension Fund. He said he heard the Fund is a lot fucking richer than people knew, and nobody could subpoena the books, because the books weren't real. See, Gretzler said there were these 'real' Teamster Fund books, probably in code, with fucking tens of millions of dollars accounted for in them. This money gets loaned out at these exorbitant rates. There's supposed to be some retired Chicago gangster--a real brain--who's the bookkeeper for the 'real' books and the 'real' money, and if you're thinking about corroboration, forget it--I'm the only one Gretzler was talking to."

Bobby Kennedy pushed his hair back. His voice went high, like an excited child's.

"It's our big wedge, Jack. First we subpoena the front books again and determine their solvency. We trace the loaned-out money the Teamsters admit to and try to determine the existence of hidden assets within the Fund and the probability that those 'real' books exist."

Littell pressed up to the glass. He felt magnetized: tousle-haired, passionate Bobby-- Jack Kennedy coughed. "It's strong stuff. if if you can produce verifiable testimony on those books before the Committee's mandate ends." you can produce verifiable testimony on those books before the Committee's mandate ends."

Kirpaski applauded. "Hey, he speaks. Hey, Senator, glad you could join us."

Jack Kennedy cringed, mock-wounded. Bobby said, "My investigators will be forwarding our evidence along to other agencies. Whatever we dig up will be acted on."

Jack said, "Eventually?" Littell translated: "Too late to bolster my my career." career."

The brothers locked eyes. Kemper leaned across the table between them. "Hoffa's got a block of houses set up at Sun Valley. He's down there himself, giving PR tours. Roland's going down to look around. He runs a Chicago local, so it won't look suspicious. He'll be calling in to report what he sees."

Kirpaski said, "Yeah, and I'm also gonna 'see' this cocktail waitress I met when I went down for the convention. But you know what? I'm not gonna tell my wife she's on the menu."

Jack motioned Kemper in close. Littell caught static-laced whispers: "I'm flying to L.A. when this snow lets up."/"Call Darleen Shoftel--I'm sure she'd love to meet you."

Kirpaski said, "I'm hungry."

Robert Kennedy packed his briefcase. "Come on, Roland. You can join the family for supper at my house. Try not to say 'fuck' around my children, though. They'll learn the concept soon enough."

The men filed out a back door. Littell hugged the glass for one last look at Bobby.

7

(Los Angeles, 12/9/58)

D Darleen Shoftel faked a mean climax. Darleen Shoftel had whore pals over for shop talk.

Darleen was a bigggg name dropper.

She said Franchot Tone dug bondage. She called Dick Contino a champion muff diver. She dubbed B-movie man Steve Cochran "Mr. King Size."

Phone calls came in and went out. Darleen talked to tricks, hooker chums and Mom in Vincennes, Indiana.