The Big Man entered the mansion from the side. He knew that photographers and members of the press hid in their cars, sometimes in the bushes. He didn’t want to be seen – a first for the Big Man. He loved talking. He loved debating. He also loved his Mother’s Italian food. He was hungry. He thought of Chicken Alfredo and Pasta Primavera, Veal Parmesan, and Angel Hair pasta soaked in garlic-pesto sauce. He was even hungrier for some good advice from the man who helped him win the New Jersey Governor’s seat several years ago. The Big Man had always been loyal to his Don, even as a federal prosecutor for the state of New Jersey. The criminals that the Don knew were all released from custody while those who didn’t know the Don did hard time in jail no matter how harmless the offense.He first m
