As Cassandra was breaking free, Jimmy and Amato were waiting for her emergence. “Geez, what’s taking her so long, I gotta take a whiz,” Jimmy complained. “Well, there’s a restroom in the emergency room” Amato answered. Jimmy opened the car door when Amato spotted something odd. “Hey, get back in,” He signaled to Jimmy. Knowing it was important, Jimmy jumped back into the car and looked over. Lo and Behold, it was Cassandra Fenetti and she was wearing scrubs. “Son of a bitch!” Jimmy exclaimed. He laughed at the sight of her just wandering away from the hospital as everyone just came and went. “Man, she’s a pro,” Amato said, admiring her audacity.
“And the award for gangsta of the year goes to Cassandra Fenetti,” Jimmy joked. Starting the ignition, Amato kept his eyes focused on her and noticed she was going toward the subway station. He knew it was going to be tough to track her because tonight was the Met’s game and traffic was going to be a nightmare. Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to let a little rush hour tag dissuade him from his target. He knew that if he wanted to get to Danny Marchesi, he had to follow Cassandra, no matter what. It wasn’t hard to follow her since she was the only one on the street wearing a baby blue uniform. Seeing that she was indeed going to take the train, Amato looked at Jimmy, and said, “I’m going after her.” Stopping the car right in the middle of the street, he got out and ran after her while Jimmy jumped in the driver’s seat then pulled away. They had done things like this before, so it wasn’t a big deal. However it would have made more sense if he had gone after her, since he wasn’t driving but nothing about Amato and Fenetti made sense.
Amato kept up pace with Cassandra who continued to walk with purpose to the train concourse. With no tokens in his pocket, he quickly went to the subway station booth. “One metro pass,” he requested.
The elderly agent behind the station asked, “Daily or weekly?”
“Daily” he answered.
“That’ll be $5.50.”
“Geez, five and a half bucks?” he said in response to the price. Frantically, Amato began digging through his pockets to find the right amount of change while still keeping an eye on Cassandra. With each passing second, she got farther and farther away making Amato anxious. Waiting for the agent to make change, Amato snatched it from his fingers the moment it was printed out and ran off after Cassandra.
To his frustration she disappeared in the burgeoning crowd that was now pouring onto the platform. To make matters worse he had no idea where this train was going, the lights on the sign were out. As was their custom, the MTA had changed routes while cutting others which made it difficult to even remember which train went where.
Standing on his tiptoes, Amato surveyed the crowd looking for Cassandra. There had to be at least a few thousand people crammed into this station. Most train cars could hold close to 200 people and the busiest lines had about 10 cars. He was looking at close to two thousand people more or less. However, this was just a minor complication, he used to play these games all the time with criminals when he was a beat cop. All he had to do was keep moving, and eventually he would run into his target. This was a closed area and there was only one entrance and exit so there weren’t a lot of places to hide let alone, escape.
Following the herd, he got on the first car and started making his way back to the last one. This lengthy journey took about 5 minutes. Like an asshole, he had to go around passengers that were standing and nearly had to push a few people who were blocking his path. However when he got to his destination, there she was in her blue scrubs looking off in the distance. Out of breath, and now sweating, Amato could at least relax a little knowing Cassandra was in his sights. Feeling silly, he looked at the old lady next to him and asked, “Excuse me ma’am, what train is this?”
“The LL” she shouted at him.
Calmly, he took out his phone and texted Jimmy, “Taking LL SB (southbound).”
Amato knew that since he was underground the message wouldn’t be received immediately. He was on his own for now, and if something went wrong, he would have to deal with it. As the train pulled off Amato reached for the railing while the automated sound system announced every stop and departure. Most of the time he could only hear the sound of the train rolling along the tracks while people talked drowning out most of the announcements from the automated conductor. So he had no idea where he was and where this train was going. This was exactly why he hated taking the train especially, during rush hour. Too many people, too little sanity.
For almost a half-hour he and Cassandra quietly traversed through the city as passengers came and went. Things got quite precarious as the majority of the passengers in their cart were dropped off. Afraid of being recognized, Amato reframed from turning around instead used the camera on his phone to get a glimpse at Cassandra. Flipping it around to record over his shoulder, he stealthy spied on her. To his surprise, after all that time, she was still staring off into the distance as though she were lost in thought. That was odd, she should have been stressed out like he was, after all she was on the run and on a subway train no less. How anyone could be so focused was beyond him, but then again, this was no ordinary woman. Hell, he wondered sometimes if she was even human?
As soon as the thought entered his mind, she began to rise from her seat. Not wanting to be discovered, he turned his head to the right when she passed by on his left. As the train stopped at the East 105th street, she quickly exited the train. He followed right behind her making sure to keep a healthy distance. He texted Jimmy again, this time with his exact location. Now the only question on Amato’s mind was: where was she going? He wasn’t sure if she would take the chance and kill Danny now or wait until later. She had no gun, that he was aware of, so she was going to need one if she was going on a execution run. His questions were answered when she made a left into a familiar neighborhood. Since they were in Brooklyn, he figured this was friendly territory for Cassandra. Maybe she was seeking out family or friends? He doubted that anyone would help her though, considering she was being sought by the feds as well as the mob. Her options were few so it intrigued him to know what her next move was. Texting his location again to Jimmy, Amato watched her disappear into the side of a building. It was a pizzeria, and he could see it had an apartment—jackpot! He took a picture of the building and sent it to Jimmy, with the caption, “Hideout.” His next text read: “E.105th meet me @ corner, no Lts (lights).
Within minutes Jimmy arrived, and as requested, he kept the lights off. Getting back in the car, Jimmy congratulated him, “Good work, I knew you would find her.”
Not celebrating yet, Amato responded, “We still have to wait this thing out.”
“You think we should call this in?”
“Are you kidding me? Cohen would just fuck this up, and besides you want Danny, right?”
“Hell yeah,” Jimmy answered.
“Then we’ll keep this on the down-low, for now”
So Amato and Jimmy resume to surveillance Cassandra and this time they were making sure it went by the book.