Chapter 36: Donnie AmatoCHAPTER 36
DONNIE AMATO
Brooklyn—Current Day
When he found Donnie Amato, his heart raced. He couldn’t wait to keep this promise. It’s not that he liked killing people, but if it had to be done—and this did—then killing Donnie Amato would not keep him up at nights. Rushing these things was never good, though, so he settled in and did it right.
He sat in a booth at the diner—a red booth with tears in the seat and white fluff poking out—and sipped coffee and mopped up egg yolks with the last bite of a garlic bagel. The sausage links and fried potatoes were long gone, the plates disappearing with the first ritual cleansing by the very obtrusive and not-so-quiet waitress. As he contemplated dessert, his eyes shifted to the building across the street, a ramshackle, tw
