Finally, the jokes became sincere offers; I accepted an easy job for $200,000.00 in cash. They even furnished the untraceable gun.
When I told Vito, my best friend, he gave me a chewing out. "You do this, Sal, and they got you forever!"
When Vito turned to walk away, I shot him in the back of the head. It was the hardest hit I'll ever make. And that's the way my career began: In God's own deep sadness and sorrow.