A witness who could bring down the Manetto family was a major development. The adrenaline pumping through his body made steering the car difficult, if not impossible. He found himself driving into opposing traffic and swerved back into his own lane just in time to avoid a head-on collision. As the horn blast faded from earshot, he scanned the shoulder of the road for a safe place to pull over. He had to get himself under control before he got himself killed.He edged the car off to the side of the road and put it in park, letting the engine idle while he gripped the steering wheel two-handed and waited for his heart rate to return to normal. He focused on the in and out rhythm of his breath and within a minute and a half, he was calm. Calm was good. Calm would enable him to see a way through what looked, at the moment, to be a horrific mess.The sudden appearance of a witness with information about the arson ring was problematic in two major respects. First, once word leaked out that a grand jury indictment was underway—and it would leak, because it always did—the men who were implicated would begin to view everyone around them with increased suspicion, wondering who would honor the vow of omertà and who would squeal like a stuck pig.
