He really needs to know it’s over. Or does David Sconce really think he can make his excuses, get away with it all again? Maybe he thinks so. It’s worked so many times.
“What’s the problem?” Sconce asks calmly.
The man on the other end of the line will later testify during the reconstruction of this telephone call that he himself was anything but calm. Johnny Pollerana, a Hispanic with a broad mustache, is Sconce’s roughneck. Now his voice almost cracks with excitement. His boss wants to know what the problem is. Well, the problem is, they’re all out the door, down to the last damn officer. The fire brigade, the fat guy for air pollution and the old man from the cemetery administration. “And they want in,” says Pollerana. The biggest problem is: The ovens are fully loaded.
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