Tony Carlotti wasn't a nice guy, from anyone's viewpoint. He was a high-ranking operative in the local crime syndicate, and had been arrested more times than he could name on multiple charges of racketeering, extortion, and conspiracy to commit murder. It was only his luck that he hadn't been thrown in jail for life. He was a tall, swarthy, ugly sort of guy, looking about forty-five years old. And now, Tony Carlotti was dead.