Late in August, just around sunset, Claire Torinetti was found dead in the pool at their house in Rensselaer. Only one round in her lungs, but it was enough to keep her on the bottom until the cops arrived. Frank was sitting in a deck chair, drinking a Bombay Sapphire gin straight up, listening to “Midnight Sun,” playing it over and over again. It’s a Johnny Mercer song, which if you take the time to find and listen to real careful, you get a picture of how Frank was doing at the time. He died a couple days later, and they had a real nice funeral for them both, and buried them side by side on a little crest of hill with a view of the river there.
Greco nailed Marty Glazer’s dick to a door and got all the credit for taking down a big Wall Street outfit. She’s in DC now, a rising star, and did a turn on Burden of Proof last week. The camera still loves her, which you have to figure is enough for her.
Carmine DaJulia lived to take a plea and is now somewhere in the witness protection program. If there’s a God, Carmine is working as a stock boy in a Wal-Mart in some rat’s-ass trailer town way out in the middle of Nebraska. The mutt.
Fabrizio Senza had a heart attack while Nicky and Casey were taking him down to Central Booking, and died in the Rikers Island infirmary a month later. At the autopsy, they cut him open, his heart was like a brown paper bag. Here’s a kicker. When they looked into it later, Casey found out that this Gianetto kid was no relation to Senza at all. Yes, his niece had died. In a hit-and-run up in Tarrytown. No connection with Pike at all. Frank Torinetti wanted Pike dead as a kind of insurance, and Fabrizio Senza was just playing with Pike’s head while he shot him. The old guy was dying anyway, and what he said when he shot Pike took the official heat away from Frank. Maybe Fabrizio Senza just wanted to die like an old soldier. And he did.
Casey and Nicky took some heat for letting Pike get killed, but in the long run everyone was just damn glad the man was finally dead. He took a lot of things to the grave with him, which had to be a relief to his friends at CCS. Casey and Nicky are still an item, and they go see Morgan Rule when they can. No change there, but everybody has to have some hope. It’s the thing with feathers.
About Casey’s mother? Baby steps.
Jack’s kid, Danny, was transferred to a medium-security facility outside Fresno as soon as he got out of the clinic at Lompoc, just the way Jack Vermillion had wanted it. He got himself killed two months later in a tractor accident while he was working in a big field of grapevines. It was a fine sunny day in southern California and he’d been out of detox a month and was clean and straight when he died, according to the prison medics who did the autopsy. Anyway, there you go. That’s about it. No. Wait. There was one last thing.