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than in the world outside. And he understood that the Corleone Family was the more
powerful, within its narrower limits.
He visited Michael again and put his cards on the table. He did not want to work in
Vegas but he would take a job with the Family in New York. He made his loyalty clear.
Michael was touched, Neri could see that. It was arranged. But Michael insisted that
Neri take a vacation first, down in Miami at the Family hotel there, all expenses paid and
a month's salary in advance so he could have the necessary cash to enjoy himself
properly.
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That vacation was Neri's first taste of luxury. People at the hotel took special care of
him, saying, "Ah, you're a friend of Michael Corleone." The word had been passed along.
He was given one of the plush suites, not the grudging small room a poor relation might
be fobbed off with. The man running the nightclub in the hotel fixed him up with some
beautiful girls. When Neri got back to New York he had a slightly different view on life in
general.
He was put in the Clemenza regime and tested carefully by that masterful personnel
man. Certain precautions had to be taken. He had, after all, once been a policeman. But
Neri's natural ferocity overcame whatever scruples he might have had at being on the
other side of the fence. In less than a year he had "made his bones." He could never
turn back.
Clemenza sang his praises. Neri was a wonder, the new Luca Brasi. He would be
better than Luca, Clemenza bragged. After all, Neri was his discovery. Physically the
man was a marvel. His reflexes and coordination such that he could have been another
Joe DiMaggio. Clemenza also knew that Neri was not a man to be controlled by some
one like himself. Neri was made directly responsible to Michael Corleone, with Tom
Hagen as the necessary buffer. He was a "special" and as such commanded a high
salary but did not have his own living, a bookmaking or strong-arm operation. It was
obvious that his respect for Michael Corleone was enormous and one day Hagen said
jokingly to Michael, "Well now you've got your Luca."
Michael nodded. He had brought it off. Albert Neri was his man to the death. And of
course it was a trick learned from the Don himself. While learning the business,
undergoing the long days of tutelage by his father, Michael had one time asked, "How
come you used a guy like Luca Brasi? An animal like that?"
The Don had proceeded to instruct him. "There are men in this world," he said, "who
go about demanding to be killed. You must have noticed them. They quarrel in gambling
games, they jump out of their automobiles in a rage if someone so much as scratches
their fender, they humiliate and bully people whose capabilities they do not know. I have
seen a man, a fool, deliberately infuriate a group of dangerous men, and he himself
without any resources. These are people who wander through the world shouting, 'Kill
me. Kill me.' And there is always somebody ready to oblige them. We read about it in
the newspapers every day. Such people of course do a great deal of harm to others
also.
"Luca Brasi was such a man. But he was such an extraordinary man that for a long
time nobody could kill him. Most of these people are of no concern to ourselves but a
Brasi is a powerful weapon to be used. The trick is that since he does not fear death
and indeed looks for it, then the trick is to make yourself the only person in the world
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that he truly desires not to kill him. He has only that one fear, not of death, but that you
may be the one to kill him. He is yours then."
It was one of the most valuable lessons given by the Don before he died, and Michael
had used it to make Neri his Luca Brasi.
And now, finally, Albert Neri, alone in his Bronx apartment, was going to put on his
police uniform again. He brushed it carefully. Polishing the holster would be next. And
his policeman's cap too, the visor had to be cleaned, the stout black shoes shined. Neri
worked with a will. He had found his place in the world, Michael Corelone had placed
his absolute trust in him, and today he would not fail that trust.
Chapter 31
On that same day two limousines parked on the Long Beach mall. One of the big cars
waited to take Connie Corleone, her mother, her husband and her two children to the
airport. The Carlo Rizzi family was to take a vacation in Las Vegas in preparation for
their permanent move to that city. Michael had given Carlo the order, over Connie's
protests. Michael had not bothered to explain that he wanted everyone out of the mall
before the Corleone-Barzini Families' meeting. Indeed the meeting itself was top secret.
The only ones who knew about it were the capos of the Family.