The Legacy
of the
Assassin
Novel by
Tony Bertot
The Legacy of the Assassin
Tony Bertot
Copyright @ 2010 by Tony Bertot
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
This book was printed in the United States of America.
Paperback Versions
ISBN-13: 978-1460925218 ISBN-10: 1460925211
Other Titles by Tony Bertot
The Heart of an Assassin
The Birth of an Assassin
Hell Train
Table of Contents
Chapter1-An Identity Search
Chapter2-OCTF Headquarters
Chapter3-Great to be Free
Chapter4-OCTF Alert
Chapter5-Awaken
Chapter6-A State of Dilemma
Chapter7-The Past Catches Up
Chapter8-Old Friends
Chapter9-Discovery
Chapter10-Good Ole Wabash
Chapter11-Wisconsin Penitentiary
Chapter12-Felicia Giordano
Chapter13-A Warrant is Issued
Chapter14-Nick Costello/Tyler Santiago
Chapter15-The Incident
Chapter16-The Chicago Gathering
Chapter17-Theodore Skowronski
Chapter18-Tracking Tyler
Chapter19-Close Call
Chapter20-Change of Plans
Chapter21-The Call
Chapter22-The Gatherings
Chapter23-Thanksgiving Dinner
Chapter24-The Cheektowaga Assassins
Chapter25-The Setup
Chapter26-Tom and Kathy Diasparra
Chapter27-The News
Chapter28-Saying Goodbye
Chapter29-No More Running
Chapter30-Retribution
Chapter31-Surprise Visit
Chapter32-Merry Christmas
Chapter33-In Breaking News
Chapter34-The Plan
Chapter35-The Final Curtain
Chapter36-In Conclusion…
Remembering those that have passed on before us
Some had a chance to live a full life while others were taken too soon. Luz Selenia Arroyo Gonzalez (NY)
Isaia JHernandez (Ike) (NY)
Ernesto Gonazlez (NY)
Richard Charles Hillman (NY)
Sidney Ortel 3rd (Scooter) (NY)
Eugenia Wlosinski Skowron (NY)
Thaddeus Charles Skowron (NY)
Anastasia Wlosinski Warmus (NY)
Kathleen Mary Sievert (Ws)
Janet Baker Cedeno (FL)
Nancy Dean (NY)
Patsy Jo Smart (Canada)
Maryann Coppola (NY)
They remain in our hearts and prayers.
Let us also remember those new arrivals:
Born to Lance and Roxanne Sullivan
Orion James
&
Skye Lynn
I would like to thank the following people who have helped in the process of writing this book: My lovely wife, Sylvia, for her guidance and support; my brother, Louie, for all of his advice and encouragement; and my editor, Angela, for helping me tell the assassin's story.
And a special thanks to all my readers and to the below listed establishments for promoting my book;
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Editing by Angela Kay at Soap Box in My Mind:
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An Identity Search
August 19, 1984/California
Tyler found himself on a dark street at two o’clock in the morning as a light rain soaked the city. Though the streets were empty, Tyler's instinct told him his life was in danger, so he quickly pulled out his .38 revolver. As he moved swiftly between the cars, he saw a lone figure partially obscured by the darkness up the block and across the street. Keeping his eyes on the man, Tyler moved cautiously towards him. Suddenly, he saw the stranger raise his arm and a second later saw a flash. Though Tyler heard no noise, he felt the bullet wiz over his head forcing him to duck. He returned fire as the stranger turned and ran into the nearest alley. Tyler quickly recovered and pursued. As he reached the entryway to the alley, he stayed low and took a quick glance toward the direction the stranger went. Another flash and the stone above Tyler's head shattered.
"Crap!" Tyler said to himself as he fired back blindly into the alley. Cautiously, he took another look and saw a single silhouette running toward the other end of the alley. Tyler chased after him with his gun extended in front of him, hoping for a clear shot. When the stranger reached the other end of the alley, he turned to fire, but Tyler was ready and fired first. The bullet met its mark; the stranger flew backwards over a parked car and disappeared behind it. Tyler continued his run, keeping his gun aimed in the general direction the stranger fled. As he reached the parked car, he peered over it and saw no one. He quickly ran around the car only to find his target had disappeared. He looked up and down the street, but there was no sight of the stranger. Then a noise from above caused him to look up. There he saw his assailant perched atop a building, looking down at him through a scope. As if by magic, Tyler suddenly found himself looking through the crosshairs of a sniper’s rifle aimed at his own head. A second later, he was again on the street looking up. In an instant, he saw the flash.
Tyler jerked awake and realized it was only a dream. As he rolled out of bed, he stepped on the picture he had dropped to the floor. The one of his mother holding a baby beside the man; the man he shot and watched fall into the East River.
It all came back to him now. He had arrived yesterday. They gave him a car and the keys to this house. It appeared to belong to the man known as Theo Gresco, alias Nick Costello, or whatever other name he went by.
Tyler glanced around the