At speaking engagements, people ask me if I ever was fearful during my time with Frank. “Once,” I say, “when we walked into the Mona Lisa restaurant and the lock on the door snapped behind us.” That loud crack got my heart’s attention. Later Frank would confide that he’d experienced that scary snap of a restaurant door locking behind him when he reported to Angelo Bruno at the Villa di Roma to answer for the plot to torch a laundry for Whispers.
