Mob Myths 3: Arnold and Benny
These stories are a possible history told in the reverse of the Elliott Roosevelt model; the main characters are fictional, but the side characters are historical. In this series, Moe and Sadie Bernstein are fictional. Actual mob members include Arnold Rothstein, Meyer Lansky, "Lucky" Luciano, Benny "Bugsy" Siegel, and "Dutch" Schultz. I have tried to at no point to have a plot point contradict known history, but where the history is disputed or unknown, I feel free to give my own possibility.
1. Manhattan 1928, Arnold's Palm
Once a soldier, always a soldier. I am Moe Bernstein. I just got out of the peacetime army in 1927. I had a marksman ribbon on my uniform. It didn't mean much. I was better than half the guys in my division, but barely. I wasn't beating Annie Oakley. My boss, Dutch Schultz, said for the soldiering we did, the upper half was good enough.
Dutch caught me cleaning my ammunition. "Why are you doing that?"
"Just don't want any accuracy errors."
"I expect you to be close enough that accuracy won't be a problem, but infection is a good thing in our business. Keep it dirty. That's good for jokes and ammunition. Your guy is Arnold Rothstein. I know it's starting at the top. But my Atlantic City client, Nucky, hates him. I think it is only because Arnold is more successful than him. My Chicago customer, Al, hates him for what he did to the White Sox, fixing the World Series. I don't care why as long as their money is good. He will be at the Park Central Hotel for a business meeting."
I needed two things, cover and a distraction that could place him in the right place. My girlfriend Sadie is a world class distraction, at least for guys. Fortunately the Park Central has potted palms all over the place. I moved one into the right position.
Dutch was right, the infection killed him. I've since read that Arnold started omertΓ , the code of silence, because he never named his killer. Dutch was just starting to make a name in the business. I was so low on the totem pole, Arnold certainly didn't know me. He couldn't name the shooter.
2. Las Vegas1947, Call me Benny