After tucking the envelope into his inside jacket pocket, Gianni headed back to his comfort zone, the streets where he was known by every goomba and grandma he passed, Brooklyn and a place affectionately known as Little Italy. When he slid into the dark booth, the old man never looked up. Gianni waited. Finally, the old man used the thick, garlicky bread to clean up the last of the rich marinara sauce and, while still chewing, asked, what's the deal?