Archive for March 2011
Louie Morelli's DaughterAnnouncing the release of Louie Morelli's Daughter. This is a fast-paced thriller set in glitzy Palm Beach County with a (surprise) Detroit/Macomb County connection. Louie Morelli's Daughter tells the tale of a beautiful young woman who is abducted, and of how her rich and powerful father sets out to avenge her honor. This is the second book in my Louie Morelli series. The first of these, Stella di Mare, was released in 2010. Available at Amazon.com Direct order from distributor at: www.louiemorellisdaughter.com / 1-800-537-6727
South Beach Pimp, March 25, 2011Trash has been hanging around Franco's. Franco doesn't mind the working girls, but lately their pimps have been coming in to check on them. He throws them out, but Franco's is where the action is, and the girls come back. Their pimps stay away, except for one piece of work named Lionel. Lionel deals dope and pussy. Franco doesn't even want his girls in the joint, and he gives instructions to security, but Lionel takes personal offense and tells Franco he's going to "shoot up the joint". Franco calls me and I send Victor down to Miami to set things straight, and now Lionel's girls are showing up at the nightclub again. But guess what? No Lionel. I did say Victor was good, didn't I?
Amante's Restaurant, Deerfield Beach, March 23, 2011Sitting at the bar talking to one of my favorite bartenders, Joey. He's a great kid, not that he's really a kid, but these days anyone under the age of forty is a kid. Joey always takes good care of me. Today he tells me to go for the osso bucco and I do, and it's delicious. I see Bob Amante is eating the veal for his dinner, and that's a good sign. Amante's is a family place and popular with locals as well as tourists. Tonight, the place is packed. Bob's lovely wife comes over to the bar and greets me. A guy named Tony Ventura is stationed outside the door singing Italian love songs. He sings beautifully, and Bob's customers are loving it. A couple of young ladies get up to dance. They're good looking, and Joey and I crane our necks to watch. Right now life is good. I got a guy taking my tournament action, and it's going my way for a change. How's that for luck? I think I'll have another Chianti.
Legal Trouble in Lake City, March 18, 2011
Michael and his blonde drove upstate to visit a friend in Jacksonville. This blonde being the bimbo Victor caught with a baggie of prescription pills, I urged caution. "Yeah sure, dad," Michael says. So what does he do? He leaves Jacksonville on Monday evening, and he's travelling west on I-10 in northern Florida, what is typically referred to as "cracker country" and he gets pulled over, the locals clocking him at 95 mph.
Here's the kicker: The bimbo's snuffing out a joint as Michael pulls over. This is payday in redneck country--a pungent cloud of reefer greeting the cops as Michael's window slides down. The dumbshit has a Sig in his glove-box--not a major issue in Florida, but this baby is unregistered, and he's carrying 4,000 in cash--a tad too much for the locals to comprehend. Plus the bimbo is packing her pharmaceuticals. It's not good. Michael calls me at midnight, and I get my lawyer out of bed. First thing in the morning he's on top of it, but now the police in Lake City know who I am and they don't like "Mafia types". Frankly, I don't think they care for high-powered Jewish lawyers either.My lawyer is charging a fortune and my son is sitting in the Lake City Jail, and the prosecutor is preparing to slam him when I place a call to a man in Tallahassee whose name I will not reveal. Suddenly, it's all a misunderstanding, and they work out a plea deal with a hefty fine and Michael is free. He's apologetic and I'm pissed. I say to my lawyer, "What am I paying you for?" He says, "Lou, I haven't your means or methods. I have a code of ethics I have to abide by." Yeah right. Go figure. A lawyer worried about ethics.