Vita violenta del boss Paolo Di Lauro 
The first chapter from my book "The empire of the Camorra - Life's violent boss Paolo Di Lauro," for release in autumn economic version for the types of Newton Compton 'Aniello, come down, I've got that stuff for you. "
"Okay, wait near the gate. But it sure is good stuff? ".
"Jewels, gold, diamonds ... is a bargain. Come on, I'm down here .... " It all starts
so. With one phone call to the telephone and a hail of gunfire. Aniello La Monica has a little more than forty killed when leaving the house. He is the boss of Secondigliano, is part of the new family, the cartel that is opposed to the 'army' of Raffaele Cutolo. But it is not the godfather of Octavian, which also would have every reason to send it to the cemetery. La Monica is the first casualty of a new criminal group that launched the climb to the top of the Camorra. Is assassinated by those he considered his children, betrayed by those whom he trusted more, because even a racketeer must trust someone. And La Monica had trusted the wrong people.
"Doctor, if I remember correctly, Monica was the first hit and then killed with pistols and Kalashnikovs. They told me that after giving him the first blow, all four went out of the car and began to shoot while he was still staggering. Not even gave him time to fall to the ground .... " Twenty years later, a repentant is telling what happened that day in Secondigliano, a chain of memories that would take him to reconstruct, in a soundproof room on the eighth floor of the public prosecutor of Naples, the fortunes and the mysteries Godfather of the most enigmatic of the Neapolitan underworld: Paolo Di Lauro.
"Who killed him and why," asked the magistrate, sedendogli next and holding out a pen and paper to stop the paper the images that the statement would not be able, after so long, to bring to the surface.
"Doctor, listen to me, that history is long. Call your sergeant and tell him to bring me a nice coffee, we talk a lot. Today and tomorrow and tomorrow as well. Put a new tape recorder and listen to what I say because I do not know if I will be able to repeat it. "
The judge stood up and walked towards the door. He glanced down the corridor onto which the offices of District Anti-Mafia Directorate and made sure that the door was firmly closed. Then he sat down again. He called an agent to verbalize police he trusted. This inserts the sheet into the typewriter and electronic - with the two indices - began to beat wildly, from dictation, the original form of the minutes of collaboration: "Immediately after my arrest, following the order issued by this Office, after taking cognizance the high level of knowledge to which the investigating bodies had arrived, I found the necessary determination to break definitively with the criminal world in which they lived since the early eighties. "
begins the story.
*** "Have you seen that says the paper today?" Asked the chief inspector of the Commissioner of Secondigliano his manager, supporting the full copy of the Morning on the desk of papers and half-empty cigarette packets. Those were the days of fear in Naples, the days of homicidal rage battery fire of the NCO and convictions of the people's court of the Red Brigades against judges and politicians.
"I read this morning, three days of mourning for the death of the neighborhood godfather who hated drugs. Good impression that we do. By the way, to what extent are the investigations? The prosecutor did know something? "
" They say it is an internal settling of scores, but on the Monica proceeds squad. Everything as usual, no one has seen. Nobody has noticed anything. We keep our eyes open, because here I the impression that it happens a third world war. "
were just after frantic weeks of the seizure of the Regional Ciro Cirillo, Democrat of funds from the cashier after the earthquake, released through the mediation of Cutolo and to pay a rich ransom to terrorists, and the climate had worsened, if possible with the publication of the false document on the Unit of the Ministry of Interior reported that the terms of negotiation between state and mafia for the release of political dc. False document in form, but very true in substance.
"Now you also buy the Communist papers? But you do not votavi right ... ", joked the inspector when he pulled his colleague fuori da un cassetto dell’armadietto la copia del quotidiano.
«Tu devi sapere che i comunisti le notizie le sanno in anticipo e poi hanno agganci dovunque…», rispose l’altro sorridendo. In quel momento, entrò nella stanza un poliziotto con il mattinale, l’elenco delle denunce raccolte nel week-end precedente. Era un lunedì mattina. Un paio di paginette dattiloscritte, piene zeppe di furti, rapine, scippi, aggressioni. Finanche un tentato omicidio: un uomo aveva tentato di stuprare la vicina a colpi di spranga.
A Secondigliano e Scampia gli echi dei grandi fatti di cronaca arrivavano attutiti, come se i due rioni non avessero titoli per partecipare a ciò che di importante avveniva in città. In effetti, at that time considered the largest organized crime neighborhoods of the city a bit outside the city of Naples' as a nursery for juvenile offenders to draw from in case of necessity for the dirty work. I had no pedigree secondiglianesi criminal, were a bit 'like the Corleone of Toto Riina and Bernardo Provenzano, "viddani" country people. Ruthless, but with the brain of a chicken.
"What we have today?" The Inspector spoke again, taking the copy from the desk of the Morning.
"Look at yourself, it's carnage. By the way, tomorrow we're going to ask some questions around the fact that La Monica, we try to understand, "snapped the manager, putting in place a new copy of the Unit.
In those same hours, via Cupa Arch, a few hundred meters as the crow flies from the garrison of police, a meeting was convened. One of the guests, Domenico Silvestri, called "Mimi 'a shameless," was about to take place at the head, when a hand clung to his arm and shook it. Raffaele was Prestieri, who reminded him that the place was busy.
"You have to sit you?" Said Silvestri surprised.
"No, but it is better that you get here, beside me. There, no, "said Prestieri move the chair on the long side of the table.
The front door of the hall opened slowly. The landlord came in and sat down at the place of honor. He lit a cigarette and called the maid, who soon brought him a bottle of Veuve Cliquot champagne and a handful of crystal glasses. Downstairs in the cottage, there was a beautiful store with many fine wines and spirits, some of which facts come directly from Paris. The pressure of the bubbles pushed out the cork that ended against the curtains and bounced to the ground from under the table.
"Peace of soul Aniello La Monica. We hope to be there to assist us and help us, "they said in chorus. Then all toasted his eyes.
*** The usual round of patrol, the usual checks. Via Baku, the Seven Palaces, the public garden: the wheel of the police station that evening progressed with the second gear and the flashing light that projects a beam of blue light on the flower beds and on the shutters of closed shops.
"Look at that guy there, it's running. He threw a plastic bag under the car. Pursue pick it up and then cried suddenly turn the head of the policeman at the wheel, which turned on the siren and inserted the third.
now there were similar scenes of dozens every day in every corner of the ward; Secondigliano and Scampia, if you do not know the roads are worse than the mazes. Crossings, shortcuts, hidden passages from an alley to another poles and then installed anywhere, as if to draw a map known only to a few, agile runners.
The chase lasted no more than a few seconds, because the young man, convinced he found open, had crashed into an iron door which closed the secondary entrance of a condominium. His race was over there with a sore shoulder and a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.
The wheel was returned to police with the new "guest" on board at the end of turn.
"What's your name?" Asked the inspector, sitting at his desk in his office, where the relationship of service expected only his signature.
"What interests you? Call the lawyer, who did not speak with you more. Here are the numbers, "said the boy boldly. He was about twenty-five. Body slender, with a padded jacket, a green polo with a crocodile, and great jeans. In his pocket they found five doses of heroin wrapped in aluminum foil and two hundred thousand lire banknotes of small denominations. It was the third stop of the day. Equal to the second and first.
agents called the office indicated by the youth, who sent an aide in the police station to attend to the formalities of the appointment. The boy went back into his pocket the piece of crumpled paper on which someone had written the phone number of criminal and went, under guard, Poggioreale. Laughing.
"Have you noticed that everyone calls the same lawyers?" Asked the head of the man who the police had arrested the drug dealer.
"Yes, and that means, do you?" The agent said, rummaging in the bag that had recovered under the car. Inside were more money, about fifty thousand pounds, a couple of lighters and straws, as those used for drink cans. It was necessary to update the report of service.
"It means that we encounter something or someone much bigger than we realize. We keep our eyes open, "closed the discussion the manager.
Between 1982 and 1984 is the transformation that will mark forever the fate of Secondigliano and Scampia: earthquakes, hundreds of families who had lost their roof due to the earthquake, are crammed into sails, hives dormitory designed by architect Franz Di Salvo with the intention of encouraging integration between the families but instead they become an incubator of lawlessness and savage murder. The utopian dream of a neighborhood model, on a human scale, with large parks and green spaces to divide the inhabited areas, the urban layout is actually perfect for organized crime.
Immediately after the killing of La Monica, the seismograph of public order in Secondigliano had subito un’impennata: erano aumentati scippi, rapine e casi di estorsione ai negozianti. L’ufficio denunce del commissariato, che prima era frequentato poco, molto poco dai residenti, era diventato d’un tratto affollatissimo e dalla questura di via Medina avevano dovuto inviare uno dei primi modelli di macchina da scrivere elettronica per velocizzare il lavoro.
Si stava sviluppando la più grande trasformazione economico-criminale della storia della camorra; il contrabbando di sigarette – fonte inesauribile di ricchezza per migliaia di manovali dell’illegalità – era sul punto di cedere il passo al traffico internazionale di stupefacenti. Accanto alle bancarelle con le stecche di Marlboro e di Merit in bella mostra, a little farther on, a few tens of meters, the first drug dealers began to appear, ready to supply heroin and marijuana young people looking for thrills. And they appeared well lookouts and guards.
The feud between the New and Raffaele Cutolo family had led to the destruction of a criminal feudal model, unable to project themselves into the national and international level, still confined within the narrow fences of extortion and arms trafficking. A model that would soon be replaced by a new organization structure and purpose, fluid, ready to creep along the slits on the socio-economic dynamics and distort the legal mechanisms to address. But then no one
noticed, because that was the period of war and not the business. You just need to eliminate the enemy can inflict more harm. Not only prevent him to take up arms, but destroy him.
"But those were different times, doctor. Every day a Cutolo killed one of ours and we will respond with two of them. Aniello La Monica, I do not know why, but I had it to death with cutoliani. If he could throw an atomic bomb on Octavian, he would. Every morning, we met outside the bar and told us: "Guys, remember to hit the enemy wherever you are. We must not allow time to breathe. " He even called a clothing store, near his home, with the name of his favorite gun: Python. La Monica was just like a snake. A python, in fact. It was just afraid to look at. " The regret he had not stopped a moment to revisit his past with the criminal mind, the beginnings of the clan, to outline the figure of those with whom he grew up and with whom he had known the prison.
The magistrate listened quietly and occasionally wrote down a date, a name sull'agendina Moleskine that he had in his pocket. "But as a field La Monica? What were your sources of income, he managed the drug trafficking? "The employee said, interrupting him just enough time to change the side box.
"Camp like everyone else, at that time. It was the smuggling of cigarettes with Michele Zaza, which was close friend, and Fiore D'Avino, one of Nola seems to me. It was not a bad person, he was a godfather, old-fashioned way: he never turned back anyone who wanted to work for him. Shortly before his death, the salary paid to eighty families, including mine. It was he who invented the canvassing sheets for wedding outfits, entrusting it to the network magliari Secondigliano that left and came to Germany and France. With this system, a lot of money was clean. But even that idea's been stolen, in addition to the command. The drug did not want its territory, although he was aware that the white powder would lose the skin, before or later. On this point, very often clashed with others in the group of Paolo Di Lauro. "
The counter began to spin, and the penitent had to make an effort of memory to resume the thread where it left off before the interruption. But before continuing to talk about the origins of the Di Lauro clan and a Secondigliano underworld in the eighties, thought it well to enrich his confessions with a story that few knew.
"Let me tell you something, Doctor," he continued, after drinking all in one gulp the coffee that had brought him. She looked into his eyes and smiled the magistrate of a bitter smile. "But you have to take my word, because some things that I tell you I can not try. "
"Tell me, I'm listening," said the magistrate, taking advantage to score another couple of lines of notes sull'agendina.
"I know that one day Di Lauro said close to one of Giuliano, William seems to me if he wanted to play poker?".
"And what is the problem, what's strange?"
"The opening of the plate, so far as you know?". And he began to wait for the answer, he knew, could never be the right one.
"No," replied the puzzled pm.
"Two billion dollars. In cash. " It was with the satisfied air to wait for the sneer of disbelief on his face interlocutor, as we expect those who share one another's confidence, which otherwise would have always been denied.
"These things I have no use for the job," snapped the judge, "and then into the underworld are often exaggerated in tales and a grain of sand becomes an avalanche. We continue with the interrogation. "
"Two billion in cash," repeated the repentant, as if the appeal of the judge there had ever been, "two billion contained in a red canvas bag. He put on the table and said to Julian: "If you really want to play, made a game with me ...." However, I understand that these things do not interest you, but are important to me. Where were we? Ah, yes ... "
already had passed quite a few 'weeks since the murder of La Monica, when a message arrived from Secondigliano Vallesana Poggio, sealing land of Speech, one of Campania's most powerful underworld families, partners in business with the mafia in Palermo.
"Paul, the Marano asked us if we can visit them," said Mimi Smith with a hint of satisfaction, because it was the signal that the big tour was starting to become interested in them. "We must talk about something important, very important ...."
"Okay, organize a car and we go there," she said Di Lauro, lighting another cigarette, collapsed on the couch.
"How shall we organize, we call those?"
"I do not want anyone armed, of course. Let's go I, you, Rosario, and Raffaele Enricuccio. And a support machine. "
"Okay." Smith left the room on the ground floor of the villa in Via Cupa Arch and began contacting others. It took him just because I find the intersection with Corso Secondigliano to chatter. They were all childhood friends of Di Lauro, had grown up with him and he had got rid dell'ingombrante presence of La Monica.
Just heard of the meeting, back in the car and headed home the boss. Just emerged from the gate dopo una Lancia Delta integrale e una Mercedes, dove sedeva – sul lato posteriore destro – il padrino. L’altra macchina stava davanti a fare strada. Da Secondigliano a Marano saranno stati, sì e no, dieci minuti di viaggio, ma sembrava di non arrivare mai. L’emozione tradiva anche quelli più freddi, perché loro erano una piccola formazione, senza santi in paradiso, con tanta buona volontà e poca esperienza nel settore degli stupefacenti. Avevano iniziato a guadagnare qualcosina con una paranza di una decina di spacciatori, ai quali affidavano dosi di eroina e hashish a cadenza settimanale. Un giro di affari rionale, niente di più. La droga la compravano attraverso i trafficanti del rione Traiano e di Ercolano – the double dealing of the most important of Naples - and resold at a higher price in the neighborhood streets, making money a few percent.
The two cars carrying Di Lauro and others take the dirt track, which opened on the right of the main street. They walked nearly a mile before arriving at a large gate, where - waiting for them - were the sentinels of the boss.
"Have you solved that problem, eh?" Said the head of ten Marano, meeting guests. The "problem" was referring to was Aniello La Monica. "Yes, fortunately," said one of them summarily. They parked the car nearby the entrance and walked.
"Don Lorenzo, we did as soon as possible," he announced Raffaele Abbinante, kissing both cheeks just entered the villa of the boss. Matching was born in Marano and had just started working in the crime family Cloud, with whom - in time - had maintained close relations.
"We need to talk about important things, follow me," replied the old godfather, through a corridor on which stands the nineteenth century Neapolitan paintings. One in particular attracted the attention of Paolo Di Lauro, who stopped to watch. "I also like the paintings," he added, referring back to.
The delegation of the clan of Secondigliano and Don Lorenzo Speech came from the back of the house, surrounded by countryside, and goes on to a lane that led to a farm. There to sit around a table to discuss. In the past must have been a stable, because there were still watering.
"Cigarette smuggling is the past," said the old Mafia. "That world is no longer ours. We have to upgrade. But in a big way. And I know how. " Paolo Di Lauro
watched in silence punctuated each word from the mouth lined the ravages of time. Listen and reflect, because the old boss was about to reveal the key to becoming the new masters of the city. They ate a little 'bread cheese and baked in a wood, kept in a storeroom nearby. A meal Mafia, such as those that were consumed in some remote farm in the heart of Sicily, Corleone or Bagheria.
"And this is the deal, but I expect one thing," said the chief Marano, looking straight in the face of each of his interlocutors.
"On our loyalty we swear by the blood," said Di Lauro. The others stood in silence. And nodded. "Don Lorenzo, tell us what to do, we will."
"That is what I hear. See you next week, I'll get me the 'embassy' and we organize ourselves. " The session was closed immediately. The group left the farm and walked along the road cut in half the manor of Speech, while the star of clan - hidden somewhere in the bushes or next to the rocks - they hurled boos each other to report the passing of the godfather. Di Lauro, and Cloud is greeted with a kiss on both cheeks. The old godfather patted on the shoulder and reminded him the next appointment.
"That's a road that will" let go Don Lorenzo with his "Consigliori" as soon as the guests were gone. 'E' smart, he listened to what I said without batting an eyelid. It is serious, I like it. "
In auto, tutti parlavano e discutevano di ciò che avevano appena ascoltato. Solo Di Lauro non aprì parola per tutto il tragitto di ritorno, quando – giunto sotto casa – invitò gli altri a salire.
Davanti al tavolo dove avevano brindato alla memoria di Aniello La Monica, li guardò negli occhi e li fece promettere che nessuno al mondo avrebbe rotto il patto che stavano per fare.
«D’ora in poi siamo una sola famiglia. Da oggi, siamo fratelli. Il sangue di uno è il sangue di tutti». Gli altri ripeterono la formula.
«I Nuvoletta non sono camorristi, non so se mi spiego. Dottore, è una cosa diversa. Marano è come Corleone, come Palermo. È la Sicilia a Napoli. Con those are not jokes, they are dangerous. I remember even who tried to kill the commander of the station Marano, who was injured, because he was starting to bother too much with his questions in turn. But this is nothing, you know there are shooting ranges hidden in the mountains to train the killer? A Marano, long ago, it was also what killed the doctor Falcone, his name, Brusca .... " The repentant took up the thread of memories, trying to put as much information as possible in that report.
"Giovanni Brusca, the chief of the military wing of the Corleone ..." added the judge, who knew the brutal methods of concealment of the bodies charged by the gang of Poggio Vallesana and, for a time, long ago, had also investigated the Cloud. Then he had to leave because his investigation had been merged with the killing of the journalist of "Morning," Giancarlo Siani. He remembered every detail of the investigation into the murder of the young reporter, the minutes of questioning, each step in the intricate story, which seemed never to end many were having to accommodate the plugs. In particular, he had impressed the opening sentence of the indictment the prosecutor Armando D'Alterio in the first trial, which read: "Poggio Vallesana is the kingdom of evil, the mood of pregnant bodies dissolti nell’acido». Un attacco sbalorditivo e carico di un simbolismo, che ora gli ritornava in mente a sentir parlare di Lorenzo Nuvoletta e dei suoi affiliati.
«Esatto», riprese il collaboratore di giustizia, «Brusca venne chiamato dalla Sicilia perché doveva insegnare ai maranesi come si sciolgono i cadaveri nell’acido solforico. Se vi recuperate il giornale, lo potete pure leggere. Oppure, telefonate a qualche vostro collega di Palermo. Là pure sanno tutto di don Lorenzo e della famiglia».
Il gruppo di Poggio Vallesana, infatti, è stato al centro delle inchieste di Giovanni Falcone e di Paolo Borsellino per i suoi contatti con Totò Riina, Michele Greco e Leoluca Bagarella: in pratica, dicono investigations, Lorenzo Cloud was the only non-Sicilian seats in the Regional Commission of Cosa Nostra, like the likes of Stephen Bontade boss, Luciano Liggio, Gaetano Badalamenti and Salvatore Inzerillo. Marano I trafficked in contraband cigarettes with Cosa Nostra, in the late seventies, but not only their great criminal intelligence was the ability to launder money by investing in companies "clean" to enter the legal market, especially in field of housing and wholesale. Their business empire has grown enormously over the years to represent a serious threat to the first and Cutolo Bardellino Alfieri and then, with who have engaged in bloody battles.
"Why, Doctor, you have to put something in his head. The clan from Marano was organized as a mafia gang. Have you ever seen the Godfather, the movie? Do you remember what he was always alongside Marlon Brando, the lawyer? There, that was the "Consigliori. In America was a graduate, was a lawyer and was an educated person. A Marano, perhaps, the "Consigliori" I did not have a degree, but had a lot of the same. The Cloud were feared because they behaved like gangsters, in addition to friendships between the Mafia. But you've imagined the gutter of half a racketeer who becomes a cocaine and holding the Consigliori? It is not credible, because he lacks what it takes. A Vallesana Poggio, however, there was great respect for the role, just as in Palermo, Catania and Trapani. And the head of the Speech-dozen well served by "Consigliori". " By now he had not regretted the need to mark on paper the important parts of his memories and those on which it would have to go back to add some details useful to the investigation. His memory was of iron, not escaped him a snapshot of those years wrapped in the mists of time. And told with great interest, as would those who try again adrenaline for what he has been lucky enough to see with his own eyes.
"And what was his role, the role of this head-ten, I mean. What was he doing? "Inquired the magistrate, intrigued by the parallel with" The Godfather "by Francis Ford Coppola, his favorite movie.
"He was the link between the boss and affiliates. It gave the advice to the sponsor on how to behave in certain situations. When it was necessary to wage war and when not to, invest in what, things like that. And those suggestions were listened to much, "insisted the repentant.
was almost evening now. Parking authorizing a management center was slowly emptying out. The prosecutor went to the window and scanned the horizon from orange colored sunset. The questioning went on for some time now: there was still time one last question, then the associate justice would be back in prison.
"But now tell me something, why they decided to eliminate the Monica? I have to explain point by point, "the judge began to speak," then pause and resume tomorrow morning because I am involved in hearing. "
"Let me explain with a little 'calm. I only listen to you ... "said the penitent, asking for a glass of water. "We just have to go back a few months."
"Did you get the 'embassy"? Tonight we should see at the home of Paul. We must talk about something very important, "said Paul Micic Raffaele Abbinante. They were standing at the crossroads of Secondigliano, near a bar.
"I know of that we must speak. Monica is stealing from the common fund, is taking the money from the smuggling that goes Zaza and is sending them to prison, "replied the other, intent to see if the police arrived. They were not armed, but two affected road closures still attract attention.
"And you believe it? Not me, "replied Micic.
"Paul has confirmed to me the other day. He did the accounts and is not found. "
"Mimi Smith And do you think?".
"Nothing that has to think: what Paul says is law for him. And he told me personally: "If Paul did the accounts, he was not wrong. These are the accounts that have been wrong. Aniello And they're wrong on purpose. " By the way, now I'm going to take over the Vanella. See you later .... "
After the conversation, Raffaele Abbinante climbed in the car and started the meeting with Paolo Di Lauro. He did not know that just half an hour before, Aniello La Monica had decreed their death, by now convinced that there was more room for negotiation with that group of young people hungry for money and power, who wanted at all costs to force him to flood drug and its territories. Him, this would never have allowed. A Secondigliano, until he had breath, would only controlled, and only him.
"This afternoon will be set via Cupa Arch. Me removing them from the middle, are becoming every day more and more dangerous. This is the car's license plate number matching and model. Now move, "ordered the godfather, entrenched in his apartment. The killers - two young Caserta - he had been reassured about shipping and received the money, had climbed into the saddle. The hunt was on. Henduro on a motorcycle, the gunmen had begun to patrol the avenue that runs along, parallel, via Cupa Arch. How close to the sharks that circle the prey in ever smaller spirals, so the two killers, responsible demolish the old godfather of the traitors, approached the victims. Where they passed the car traveled from afar Abbinante and Di Lauro. The recognized and followed the tracks from below the house of La Monica, and back again. After the shooting, the driver gave him a mouthful of fuel to the engine of Henduro, because the roar of pistons covered the sound of gunshots. But something went wrong. Matching is realized just in time of the attack, he glanced in the rearview mirror and took a shortcut. The killers sped up and began to shoot in the street like mad. At that time, via Cupa Arc was almost deserted by luck. The car skidded, but Abbinante managed to hold the steering wheel and escape to during Secondigliano, where he and Laura would have felt safe among the people. The sound of explosions had caught a wheel on patrol in the area, which turned on the siren and reached the place of the attack. Too late. The killers had fled, but the bullets, however, had reached the cockpit.
The sun had set and the empty parking lot. The magistrate ordered the police to suspend the verbalization and arrange the tapes in the safe. They would continue the next day.
"were saved by a miracle. Di Lauro was unharmed. Matching, however, had to be admitted to Cardarelli. He had been wounded, "cut corto il pentito, stanco. Aveva parlato per più di cinque ore, senza fermarsi mai, bevendo solo un bicchierino di caffè.
Il giorno dopo, il collaboratore di giustizia si era attrezzato, a suo modo: aveva chiesto un paio di panini e una bottiglia d’acqua minerale in vista della lunga giornata di confessioni. Alle 14.30 precise, il pubblico ministero entrò nella stanza con il pc portatile e il registratore per riprendere l’interrogatorio. Prima di partire, però, lanciò uno sguardo ai titoli del giornale che aveva comprato l’agente, che lo stava attendendo per riprendere l'interrogatorio. C’era scritto, a caratteri cubitali, “Mattanza a Secondigliano”. Tre morti in un giorno: una passante, only thanks to luck, it had been involved in the shooting. The employee
make eye of the magistrate and said: "With Paolo Di Lauro such a thing would never have happened." And shook his head as if to mourn the good old days. The magistrate
arranged everything and opened again the Moleskine Notebook. Turned the last page, on which he had written down his thoughts, and motioned to the policeman started. "And then what happened after the shooting?" He asked, while the counter on the recorder again on a slow lap.
"That the appointment of that night he jumped, of course," said the associate justice, who was pinned on sheet of paper where the return address. "But nobody had the courage to accuse the other of stalking or not the matter of missing money. Everyone pretended, for its part, and proved friend to everyone. La Monica was convinced that the next time would be better and that the killer would not aim wrong, Di Lauro knew that the next time there would have been La Monica. Now one of them was too much to Secondigliano.
"But actually La Monica was stealing from the kitty?"
"Well, this I do not know. They said they will not send money to inmates with money orders. And this was a task of Paul, all the money went to him, so only he can confirm or deny. I can tell you what I think, Doctor, I am convinced that he was more afraid to kill Monica that the desire for power. La Monica was sospettosissimo and feared more than any other right Di Lauro, because he was the smartest among us. Di Lauro had understood and perhaps acted before it ended him in the ground. It was a game of speed. "
"Why La Monica Di Lauro feared?", The judge became curious.
"You know what they say: the courageous stand the sly and cunning fear of violence. Paul La Monica was what I wanted to be: cold, calculating, cunning and capable of keeping out of trouble. Di Lauro have never caught with a gun, did not run armed. Did not participate in fights, was not a troublemaker. Always polite, always with a cigarette in his hands. La Monica Silvestri knew that Mimi, when angry, he was unstoppable. Di Lauro is not angry ever, but it was much more dangerous, because they fly under water and also the story of the missing money could be his invention. Because he was aware that only by focusing on the money could persuade other members to kill La Monica, or - alternatively - not revenge. "
"I understand, we resume the story."
The day after the failed attempt, Di Lauro summoned his most trusted friends and sent an 'embassy' to the cloud. Matching was not there, because he was still in hospital. A bullet had pierced his shoulder and needed at least a week off. The message came back from Marano directly in the evening. Di Lauro, which was awaiting approval by the Speech, to kill Monica, a necessary precaution because of ties with the old boss Michele Zaza, and through these, with the Gambino family in New York.
were all in the Villa Di Lauro, in Arc Cupa. He was now in place a feud. And were aware of this. Mimi Smith was the most determined. "Then everything is ready, we just have to decide who is with me," began to speak at the beginning of the meeting.
"But believe that it is dangerous? And then mica Aniello will be stupid enough to fall into the trap? There will certainly be a bodyguard with him, "interjected Prestieri Raffaele, at that time most of the others tried to remain calm and understand what could be the alternatives to blood and bullets.
"Yes, there will be Enzo," said Di Lauro. "But I do not even care. Yeah I bought. Rosario, tomorrow morning, a person waiting for you behind the Monterosa to surrender their weapons. And now let's think more and drink, "cut short the conversation, the young godfather.
The next morning, the focus group composed of Paolo Di Lauro, Domenico Silvestri, Raffaele Raffaele Abbinante Prestieri and entered nell’auto e si nascose a poche decine di metri dall’abitazione di La Monica. Un affiliato, che era passato dalla loro parte, fece da esca. Per tradire il padrino volle un milione di lire. I soldi li anticipò Di Lauro.
Citofonò a La Monica e gli chiese di scendere, perché voleva mostrargli della refurtiva che avrebbe potuto interessargli. Fu convincente, perché molto spesso – in passato – gli aveva proposto oro e diamanti da acquistare, provento delle rapine nelle gioiellerie del nord Italia. E poi era insospettabile, perché tutti nel rione sapevano che aveva paura del boss.
Quando La Monica riattaccò la cornetta, era comprensibilmente nervoso. Titubante sul da farsi: accettare l’offerta, oppure no. Il suo dubbio era anche di natura psicologica: un capo non può rinchiudersi in casa, pensava, e se oggi non esco, non avrò più la possibilità di farlo per il resto della mia vita. Sarà la mia condanna.
«Dammi la pistola», disse al guardaspalle che era con lui in casa.
«Aniello, la mantengo io. Se ci fanno un controllo, è meglio che prendono me che te. Non credi?», gli rispose pronto il “gorilla”.
«Hai ragione, scendiamo e facciamo presto che non voglio dare a nessuno l’occasione di colpirmi. Enzo, ci sono i proiettili nel tamburo?».
«Stai tranquillo, è tutto a posto».
Dopo due rampe di scale, La Monica era sul ciglio of the road. Shouted the name of the young man who had tried the intercom, but there was no trace. Took a few steps in the middle of the road, turning his back on the street where the car came out at breakneck speed with the killer on board. La Monica was just in time to become aware of that scoured turned to his bodyguard. But Enzo, now behind the gate was closed to observe the scene with the gun in his hand.
a tremendous impact it overwhelmed while trying to get back on the sidewalks. The nose of the car unconscious, but La Monica did not fall. He stood stunned, walking like walking drunks. A zigzag. He moved from right to left, cursing the name of the bodyguard. The command came from the car e finì la missione. Il primo a sparare fu Paolo Di Lauro, ma con una pessima mira.
«Tu devi fare il capo, mica il killer», scherzò qualche ora dopo Silvestri, battendogli una mano sulla spalla.
«Infatti non prenderò mai più una pistola in mano», ribatté pronto l’altro.
Così moriva Aniello La Monica, il primo capo dei secondiglianesi.
«Sono convinto di una cosa». Il dirigente del commissariato di Secondigliano ruppe il silenzio all’improvviso. Era stato il primo ad accorrere sul posto, dopo una telefonata anonima al 113 che avvertiva di una sparatoria con un morto. A terra c'era una macchia di sangue che sembrava pomodoro, tanto era denso: il corpo di La Monica era was torn by bullets. He had his arm outstretched towards the gate of the house, like one last - desperate - attempt to get to safety.
"I am convinced that the death of La Monica is functional to a project, because for some 'time I sensed that something was changing in the air. Missing are the stalls of the smugglers. Skip to Secondigliano course, there is not any more around. Now, in your opinion, what will all these people? ", Wondered aloud, as he walked along the sidewalk on which he lay, supine, the lifeless body of the old godfather.
'll find another activity, it is logical, "said an official who came from Sicily and was accustomed to reason with empathy in offenders who hunted. The officer was taken if the below because they recognized in him, and realized how much small change. The two police officers knew that the execution of a chieftain may mark the end but the beginning of an underworld organization. And now watching the harrowing scene with a great many doubts and fear in my heart. "The question is what will the other activity ... They are no longer even making extortion. Retailers are terrified. They do not know who to turn to. They are afraid that something might happen. Two days ago a reporter asked me if I was in anticipation of any release. He wanted to know if, finally, someone came back to ask for protection money. Why, until now, nobody is moving, "he concluded thought the younger, starting to collect information for the report sull'agguato service.
On May 1 of 1982, in this way Cupa Vicinale Arc, in Secondigliano, staff of the police station of Secondigliano, speaking after an anonymous phone call, he found the lifeless body of La Monica Aniello , acts in general, drew many rounds of deadly gunshot fired by unknown assailants. The La Monica, affected by smuggling, crimes against persons and property, harbor and illegal possession of a firearm, already indicted for the crime of association for conspiracy and murder, was considered the head-area Camorra Secondigliano behalf of the organization known as the "New Family", part of the known affected Michele Zaza, Antonio Bardellino Speech and Lorenzo.
could not trace any witnesses or information which is confidential, because none of the residents was present in the street at the time of the attack. E 'murderess is likely that the commando reached the place in a car, given the discovery of some stripes on the asphalt caused by a sudden stop. A fire were several firearms, at least three different sizes.
Moments later came the head of the squad, Antonio Ammann, the brave police officer who was investigating the kidnapping and Cyril on the relationship between mafia and politics. He read the report of the service and stopped to observe the scene of the crime: he noticed that Monica was not armed and that there were their men of trust around. This lack the very curious, because for a clan affiliated with a duty to watch over the corpse fell under the lead of the boss enemy. He picked up a few more 'material, useful for the investigation, and ordered to search the home of La Monica. Then, he returned to ufficio.Il quaestor of the time had a literary name, almost epic, but the lack of familiarity with the facts of the Camorra: Walter Scott Locchi felt the ground crumble under their feet every time the team's mobile telephone to warn of a Murder "important." What La Monica, as well as being important was also "anomalous". A double concern for the police chief Neapolitan namesake creator of the Scottish writer of Ivanhoe, a knight and without fear.
