The Sicilian - Mario Puzo [152]
Guiliano pointed his machine pistol at Passatempo and said, “Before we part we must all settle our debts. You disobeyed my orders, you took money from Don Croce to massacre the people at the Portella della Ginestra.”
Terranova was looking at Guiliano with narrowed eyes wondering about his own safety, whether Guiliano was trying to find out who was guilty. Whether perhaps he too would be accused. He might have made a move to defend himself, but Pisciotta had also leveled his pistol at Passatempo.
Guiliano said to Terranova, “I know your band and you obeyed my orders. Passatempo did not. He endangered your life by doing so, since if I had not found out the truth, I would have had to execute both of you. But now we have to deal with him.”
Stefan Andolini had not moved a muscle. Again he trusted to the fates. He had been faithful to Guiliano and, like those believers in God who cannot believe their God malignant, and commit all crimes in His honor, he had absolute faith he would not be harmed.
Passatempo also knew. With that deep animal instinct he sensed his death was at hand. Nothing could help him but his own ferocity, yet two guns were leveled at him. He could only play for time and make a last desperate attack. So he said, “Stefan Andolini gave me the money and the message—bring him to account,” hoping that Andolini would make a move to protect himself and that under cover of that movement, an opportunity to attack would open.
Guiliano said to Passatempo, “Andolini has confessed his sins and his hand was never on the machine guns. Don Croce deceived him as he deceived me.”
Passatempo said with brute bewilderment, “But I killed a hundred men and you never complained. And the Portella was almost two years ago. We have been together for seven years and that is the only time I disobeyed you. Don Croce gave me reason to believe that you would not be too sorry about what I did. That you were simply too soft to do the deed yourself. And what are a few people dead more or less after all the others we’ve killed? I’ve never been unfaithful to you personally.”
At that moment Guiliano knew how hopeless it was to make this man understand the enormity of his deed. And yet, why should this offend him so? Over the years had he not himself ordered deeds almost as terrible? The execution of the barber, the crucifixion of the fraudulent priest, the kidnappings, the slaughter of carabinieri, the merciless killings of spies? If Passatempo was a brute, born and bred, then what was he, the Champion of Sicily? He felt his own reluctance to perform the execution. So Guiliano said, “I will give you time to make your peace with God. Kneel and say your prayers.”
The other men had drifted away from Passatempo, leaving him in his own doomed circle of earth. He made as if to kneel and then his short squat form exploded toward Guiliano. Guiliano stepped forward to meet him and touched the trigger of his machine pistol. The bullets caught Passatempo in midair and yet his body hurtled forward and grazed Guiliano as he fell. Guiliano stepped away from him.
That afternoon Passatempo’s body was found on a mountain road patrolled by the carabinieri. Pinned to it was a short note that read, SO DIE ALL WHO BETRAY GUILIANO.
Book V
TURI GUILIANO AND MICHAEL CORLEONE
1950
CHAPTER 25
MICHAEL WAS DEEP in sleep, then suddenly came awake. It was as if he had wrenched his body out of a pit. The bedroom was completely black; he had closed the wooden shutters to bar the pale lemon light of the moon.