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It was one thing to strong-ar my head But Perrine apparently had just done it to the entire Mob!

You would need howlike that? I wondered Fifty? Probably closer to a hundred I thought about that, about Perrine, out there sohly trained hit men in five cities, likeabout it It ay too depressing

Because it really was an unprecedented power play The A the underworld show since—when? Prohibition? Perrine, obviously, was out to change that He was upping his cartel’s influence and operation, branching out froood ol’ US of A

It was truly very scary news that Perrine was on the scene again Cohetto in French Guiana, he’d somehow made his way to France, where he joined the army and worked his way into the French special forces His fellow squad members in the French naval coent and competent, extremely competitive yet witty at times, a talented, natural leader

What Perrine decided to do with his charismatic talent and elite commando military experience was to return to South America and hire hihest-bidding criminal enterprises he could find Two bloody decades later, he had risen to becoest and most violent cartel in Mexico

You would have thought that his career was over when I bagged hie at his own trial ed to escape from the fourteenth floor of the Foley Square Federal Courthouse via helicopter I should know, because I was there at the time and actually emptied ant, intelligent Manuel Perrine away

So you can see why I was concerned as I sat there Wanted international fugitives usually try to spend their ti their cri that in the past few ether his cartel with that of one of his rivals Los Salvajes, they were calling this new supercartel The Wild Ones

And Perrine, at its head, was fast beco a popular folk hero Which was a head-scratcher for iving to the poor, ss in metric-ton loads and decapitated people

I began to get extre So

It wasn’t the loss of five Mafia kingpins that I cared so , romantic Francis Ford Coppola and HBO portrayals, realindividuals hen they weren’t ripping everybody off, loved nothing more than to demean and destroy people at every opportunity

For exaodfathers, Michael Licata, had once pistol-whipped a Bronxville restaurant waiter into a coh The fact that last night Licata had been blown up in his own house was so I could learn to live with

What was really driving me nuts was that Perrine had done it It was completely unacceptable that Perrine was still free, let alone operational American law enforcement had never looked so pathetic I mean, as on this case?

Not me, that was for sure After Perrine’s escape, I’d been blackballed Then, to add insult to injury, after Perrine had left a truck bo, the feds had put me into witness protection I’d basically been mothballed

I love my family, but I can’t describe how upset I was as I sat there, taking in the helpless, hopeless situation

Perrine was the one who should have been hiding, I thought, wanting to punch so