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new office in a trailer on Flatlands Avenue at the Bargain Auto Junkyard, and the Queens County<br />
courts, where we got our postponements.<br />
"The customers were often legitimate retailers looking for swag. There was also a whole army of<br />
fences, who bought our loads and then sold pieces of the loads to guys who had stores or sold the<br />
swag off the backs of their trucks or at factory gates or to a whole list of customers who usually<br />
retailed the swag themselves to their relatives or to the people they worked with. We were a major<br />
industry.<br />
"Lots of our jobs were called 'give-ups'--as opposed to stickups--which meant the driver was in<br />
on it with us. For instance, you own the driver who leaves the airport with a $200,000 load of silk.<br />
An average score, but nice. Somewhere along the road he stops for coffee and accidentally leaves<br />
the keys in the ignition. When he finishes his coffee he discovers that the truck is gone, and he<br />
immediately reports the robbery to the police. The 'give-up' guys were the ones we always had to<br />
get Johnny Dio to protect when their bosses tried to fire them.<br />
"The guys with the guns who did the actual hijackings usually got a fixed rate. They'd get a<br />
couple of grand just for sticking a gun in the driver's face, whether it was a good score or lousy,<br />
whether the truck was full or empty. They were like hired guys. They didn't share in the loot. In<br />
fact, even Jimmy, who hired most of the guys who did the stickups, didn't share in the ultimate sale<br />
of the loot. We would usually sell pieces of the load to different buyers, wholesalers and distributors<br />
and discount-store owners, who knew the market and had the outlets where they could get near a<br />
retail price.<br />
"On an average hijacking we'd know the truck number, what it was carrying, who was driving it,<br />
where it was going, and how to circumvent the security devices, like triple lock alarms and sirens.<br />
We usually tailed the driver until he stopped for a light. We'd make sure that he wasn't being<br />
followed by backup security. We used two cars, one in front and one behind. At the light one of the<br />
guys--usually Tommy, Joey Allegro, or Stanley Diamond--would stick a gun in the driver's face and<br />
put him in the car while other guys drove the truck to the drop. Tommy always carried his gun in a<br />
brown paper bag. Walking down the street, he looked like he was bringing you a sandwich instead<br />
of a thirty-eight.<br />
"The first thing Jimmy would do with the driver was to take his driver's license or pretend to<br />
copy his name and address. He'd make a big thing about how we knew where he lived and how<br />
we'd get him if he was too helpful in identifying us to the cops. Then, after scaring the shit out of<br />
the guy, he'd smile, tell him to relax, and then slip the fifty-dollar bill into the guy's wallet. There<br />
was never one driver who made it to court to testify against him. There are quite a few dead ones<br />
who tried.<br />
"An average hijacking, including unloading the truck, usually took a few hours. Jimmy always<br />
had the unloading drop lined up hi advance. It was usually in a legitimate warehouse or trucking<br />
company. The guy in charge of the warehouse could pretend afterward he didn't know what was<br />
going on. Jimmy would just come hi with some stuff to unload. He paid the warehouse operators<br />
fifteen hundred dollars a drop, and sometimes We had to store the stuff there overnight. Some<br />
warehouse owners were getting five grand a week from us. That's a lot of money. We had our<br />
unloaders, who got about a hundred a day. They were local guys we knew and trusted and they<br />
worked like dogs. When the truck was empty we'd abandon it and tell the guy babysitting the driver<br />
to let him go. The drivers were usually dropped off somewhere along the Connecticut Turnpike.<br />
"I got into hijacking because I had the customers looking for the merchandise. I was a good<br />
salesman. Early on, Jimmy told me that I should start using some of the same people who were<br />
buying my cigarettes to buy some of the swag. But I was already looking out for big buyers. I had a<br />
drugstore wholesaler who had discount stores all over Long Island. He'd take almost everything I<br />
had. Razor blades. Perfume. Cosmetics. I had a guy in the Schick razor blade factory in Connecticut<br />
who smuggled cartons of blades out for me to resell at twenty percent below the wholesale price.<br />
When that was going well, I'd make between seven hundred and a grand a week just on blades. I<br />
had a furrier who would buy truckloads of pelts top dollar. Mink. Beaver. Fox. I had Vinnie<br />
Romano, who was a union boss down at the Fulton Fish Market, who would buy all the frozen<br />
shrimp and lobster I could supply, and we could always supply the bars and restaurants with<br />
hijacked liquor at better than half the price.