Chapter 34
THE SMALL DINER IN rural Elma was silent, with a few older patrons eating their dinner. The place looked like it came right from the 1960s, with red bar stools, red vinyl tables, lots of stainless steel, and wood. It was a scene out of the past, and a perfect place for two men to meet.
Donny Mancini and FBI agent Ross Brancasi were eating the special of the day: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn. They washed it down with black coffee. It was Brancasi’s idea to meet in this out-of-the-way location. The chance of running into hoodlums from the city was slim.
Although hungry, Donny Mancini didn't touch his food. “You should eat,” Brancasi said.
“Yeah, I should do a lot of things,” Donny lamented.
“Look, kid, this shouldn’t be any great worry for you. The mob in Buffa
