A former hitman's candid account of forty-five years in organized crime includes detailed anecdotes about life in the underworld and provides answers to many unsolved crimes
My daughters don't always give me high-brow literature to read. Here is an example of the other sort: a guilty pleasure of a book if ever there were one. Tony Frankos worked as a hitman for the Mafia. Because he was not Italian, he could not become a "made" man, but he did not let that stop him from a long and, er, successful career in killing people for money. It is interesting to see how one man can depersonalize other people such an extent, but the book is not particularly well-written. There is enough gore and information about the inner workings of the Mafia in here, though, to make this a superb beach book.
I really enjoyed this book, which is probably a weird thing to say about a book about a hitman who went around murdering people. Tony the Greek really got himself into a lot of nefarious activities. This supposedly solved some crimes that were previously unknown or unsolved. It was pretty interesting, and I would recommend it for anyone who is interested in Mafia related materials.
Typical gangster bio. Good story, but probably a signifcant amount of it isn't true. The amount of self pity for a piece of shit is remarkable, as he whines about how the government won't give him a break, while admitting to be a serial killer. I do find it amusing as William Hoffman almost breakes his arm patting himself and Headley's on the amount of time they took searching down his story.