Carlo's Revenge 2: A Sequel to Carlo's Revenge

By Bianco Joseph Charles Bulanti

This is the last book that I will write. Its a story that will complete the Carlos Revenge story. I would suggest that anyone who wants to read this book, read Carlos Revenge first. This book gives closure to the story. Please remember that at age 83, almost 84, this was a difficult book to write. I hope you like it. Many thanks to all my friends and relatives who encouraged me to do this. God Bless you all!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 20, 2007
• ISBN: 9781462830206

Bianco Joseph Charles Bulanti

This is the first book written by Charles Bulanti. He has another book that will be started soon. Charlie is a 78 year old WW2 Veteran who saw much action in the So. Pacific, in the U.S. Coast Guard, on the APA 25, the Arthur Middleton. He has been married for 53 years to Frances Bulanti, has 3 children and 6 grand children.

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CARLO’S REVENGE 2

A Sequel To Carlo’s Revenge

Bianco Joseph Charles Bulanti

Copyright © 2007 by Bianco Joseph Charles Bulanti.

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I wish to thank my wonderful wife, Frances for giving me

the push I needed to finally get this last book finished.

Her encouragement to write, at the age of 83 was really needed. I also want to thank my family and friends who were willing to read, Carlo’s Revenge and The Tour Conductor and who were kind enough to tell me that they enjoyed reading the books. They say that family and friends never lie! Anyway, thanks to all of you. I hope you enjoy this, my absolute last and final book!

Charlie Bulanti

Contents

CHAPTER 1

New York City, 1949

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 1

New York City, 1949

Carlo arrived at his office shortly after nine in the morning. He

got himself a cup of coffee, sat down at his desk, and started reading the New York Times. He read the story about a young man who had apparently committed suicide off the roof of the Empire State Building. The article went on to say that the police had received an anonymous letter about an air force officer who had gone to Germany and killed several German ex-officers and enlisted men. By the time he had finished reading the article, Carlo’s secretary knocked on the door.

Mr. Paniga, there are two gentlemen from the police department here to see you.

Send them right in.

The two police officers came in.

Mr. Paniga, I’m Detective Andrews, and this is my partner, Detective Scolari.

Please come in, sit down. How may I be of assistance?

"You probably read the Times and the article about the guy who apparently committed suicide off the building?"

Yes, as a matter of fact, I just got through reading the article. How does that have anything to do with me? He stopped and looked at the two detectives.

Well, this morning, a young man dropped off a letter that mentioned that you were the officer that went to Germany and killed some people. Can you tell me where you were last evening, about eight o’clock or so?

Sure, I was in my office putting together a brief that I had to present later today.

I don’t think we can talk about this in your office. I’m sorry, but I think you will have to come down to the precinct so we can get more information.

I don’t have time for this foolishness. Unless I am under arrest, we can talk about it right here in my office.

You are not under arrest. We just thought it would be better at the precinct so we would not be disturbed.

No problem, I’ll just tell my secretary to hold all of my calls. Carlo called his secretary and told her to hold all of his calls. Now, what can I do for you?

If you think you need to have an attorney present, we will wait for him to arrive; if not, anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. I understand you are an attorney, and I’m sure you know all about that.

I am not a criminal attorney, but I understand. Also, if there is any notoriety, and later you find out that I had nothing to do with this thing, be prepared for a lawsuit. Please continue.

Andrews handed Carlo a letter. I suggest you read that letter. You may find it very interesting.

Thank you. Carlo read the letter. It was addressed To whom it may concern and continued, I have the following information relative to Germans who were killed by a former air force pilot. His name is Carlo Paniga. He was a captain in the United States Air Force. He arrived in Berlin, sometime in April, aboard an air force plane. He killed these people for no reason at all. He should be arrested and put in jail. The letter went on to give Carlo’s address. If I, for some reason, should be killed, my friend will bring you this letter. The letter was unsigned.

Scolari looked at Carlo. Well, what do you think about that?

Frankly, I think it’s bullshit! I’ve never been to Germany, and I don’t know a thing about this.

You might be interested to know that the young man who was supposed to commit suicide, we think might have been thrown from the observation tower. The body was so badly mangled that we were not able to conduct an autopsy.

What an interesting theory. I haven’t been to the Empire State Building in years!

We are checking now to see who might have been visiting the building. Thank you for your compliance in this matter. We will leave now, but we may have more questions to ask you.

Carlo appeared to be upset. As I have told you, I am an attorney and want to tell you that if you cause me any problems or create notoriety regarding this situation that will be detrimental to me and my reputation, I will file an action against you. I hope you understand that. I had nothing to do with this problem.

The police left. What was that all about, Carlo? asked Yolanda, his secretary.

Here’s the article. Read all about it. They think I might know something. They just wanted to ask me a few questions.

Your uncle wants to talk to you and asked that you come to his office just as soon as you can.

Thanks, Yolanda, I’ll go right over to see what he wants. Carlo immediately left his office and knocked on his door.

Come in. Oh, it’s you, Carlo. How are you?

As Carlo walked into the office, he replied, "I’m fine. What’s cooking?

I noticed a couple of men; they looked like police officers. I understand they talked to you in your office. What’s that all about, Carlo?

"I’m sure you read the story about the young man who committed suicide off the Empire State Building. It was in the Times yesterday."

As a matter of fact, I did read that story. So?

You know, Zio, I didn’t ever want to tell the story about my imprisonment in Germany during the war. Now I realize that I have no alternative but to tell you everything. I hope you will try to understand what I did and why I did those things and that you will not harbor ill feelings toward me.

Carlo, whatever you did, I’m sure you were compelled to do. Carlo noticed a smile on Giovanni’s face.

Carlo started telling his story. I was one of five men who were given a special assignment to fly a new airplane over Austria for the purpose of identifying the factory where the Germans were building those new rockets that were landing on England and raising all kinds of hell. We were supplied with proper camera equipment to do just that. Anyway, we ran into ack-ack and were knocked out of the sky. We crash-landed. We were taken as prisoners to a camp that was used primarily to house Jewish industrialists. When we arrived at the camp, we were mistreated and abused. Because we would only give our rank and serial number and nothing else, my four buddies were killed. I was the only one to survive. The German soldier that helped me survive was really in charge of the camp. His name was Boris Keitel. He was a colonel, but we were told that he was merely a corporal. He actually had all of my buddies killed, as well as a lot of the Jewish prisoners who were interned there. I promised that I would seek revenge for the deaths of my buddies. When I went back to school, I studied German and became very proficient in the language. I went to Germany and killed all those bastards. Carlo took a deep breath and continued. May God forgive me, but I never regretted killing those people. Carlo looked at Giovanni. He nodded.

You did what you had to do. I don’t blame you. I would have done the same thing had I been in your shoes. Please continue.

"Well, the other day, I received a phone call from a Mr. Fritz Kriestler who told me that he was the bastard son of Hans Weider, a colonel, second in command of the camp where my buddies and I were interned. He told me he had information that was most important and wondered if I could meet him at a place that I would designate. I wanted to find out what this was all about and agreed to meet him in a park, in a remote area at a certain time. He agreed to do that.

I arrived at the park and met Fritz. When I got there, I suggested that we speak German. He agreed, and we had a conversation in German. You didn’t know that I spoke German, did you?

No, I really didn’t know that. Giovanni waited. Carlo continued. In our conversation, he told me that he had the goods on me. That he knew that I had come to Germany and that I had killed his father, as well as three other people. Of course I denied that. He said he had proof. I asked him what it would take to make the problem go away. He said he wanted five hundred thousand dollars and that he would give me two days to get the money together. He also said that he had an accomplice, that if anything happened to him, the accomplice would turn the information over to the police.

I set up another meeting with him for the next day and agreed to give him the money. We met and I told him that I had the money and that I would meet him in the observation tower of the Empire State Building at a certain time. I went to the building, put on a disguise, and waited for him to show up. There were no other tourists there. He came and was standing at the rail waiting for me, looking at the sights. I came up next to him. He turned and looked and seemed surprised to be looking at an old man with a beard. I shoved an ice pick into his heart and threw him over the railing. That’s it. That’s what happened. I killed the bastard because I never wanted to hear from him again!

Do you think anyone saw you? asked Giovanni.

I doubt that anyone did see me. Anyway, I had on my disguise; and if anyone did see me, they saw an old man. After I threw him over the rail, I went to the bathroom and changed into my suit and tie and left the building. He did say that when he received the money, he would give me the information he had and I would never hear from him again. He did have a briefcase with him. There was nothing but newspapers in the case.

Carlo, I’m sure I would have done the same thing. No one else must know of our conversation. I’ve got to do some thinking. In the meantime, take it easy and go on about your business. I know some pretty powerful people in the police department whom I trust implicitly. I suggest you say nothing about this to anyone. I’ll get back with you in a day or so.

CHAPTER 2

Carlo returned to his office, sat in his chair, and proceeded to read

documents.

The intercom rang. It was Carlo’s secretary. Carlo, there is a lady on the phone. Her name is Josie Coleman, and she says it’s important that she talks to you.

Put her on.

Hello, Josie. What a surprise to hear your voice. How are you?

Not well. Carlo, I really need to talk to you. When can you see me?

I can see you in about one-half hour. Where are you now?

Actually I’m right across the street from your office, having a cup of coffee. I can be there in half an hour.

Super, see you then.

Carlo wondered what this was all about. Hell, he hadn’t seen Josie since his senior year in college.

The intercom squawked, There’s a Mrs. Coleman here to see you. She says she has an appointment.

Show her in.

Josie came in, hugged, and kissed Carlo. How nice to see you again!

Josie, you look so thin and drawn. What’s the matter? Are you ill?

Let me sit down. Carlo, I’m very sick.

Please sit down. Can I get you something?

No, I’ll be fine. I just have to sit down before I fall down.

Josie proceeded to talk in a very low voice. After you left school, I married Professor Coleman. Remember, I told you that he was a good friend and that he was crazy about me. Anyway, during our wonderful love affairs, I fell in love with you. I knew you didn’t love me, and we promised that we would not fall in love with each other because you had your wonderful blonde friend. Oh Christ, that’s all history. I married him when I found out that I was pregnant. He was wonderful to me, and I actually learned to love him. I had this wonderful child whom we named Carlean. She’s just four years old and very bright. Last year, my husband was killed in a car accident. Shortly after that, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. That’s why I look so bad. I’ve lost a lot of weight and have been fighting this thing for over a year. My prognosis is that I don’t have a lot of time left. The doctors say that I can die anytime. That brings me to the reason I’m here to see you today. You see, Carlo, I have no living relatives, nor does my husband have anyone. This baby is yours. I never wanted to tell you about this because I know that you married your college sweetheart and I found out what a successful career you now have as a lawyer. I was wondering if you would like to have this beautiful child. After all, she is yours.

Carlo was shocked. Josie, I wish that you had told me about this. Maybe I could have been of some help.

I really didn’t need any help. My husband and I had good-paying jobs, and we were doing fine. I just didn’t want to disrupt your life in any way. You see, I still cared for you!

Josie, there are so many things that I should thank you for. Two things in particular. You were a great drama teacher and a great lover; secondly, you taught me how to do makeup to look like a much older person and how to act. You were simply great.

Were you ever to use the ability to use the makeup that I taught you?

Oh yes, and very successfully. Maybe someday I’ll be able to tell you all about it. I’m sure Lisa will be happy to have our little girl. She has been trying to get pregnant for the past year but unable to. We have a little boy, just four years old. I’ll tell her all about it tonight. Tell me where to contact you, and I will call you tomorrow.

"That will be fine, Carlo. By the way, I have already talked to my attorney about this situation. In my wild anticipation that you would be happy to have our daughter, I have already signed documents giving you possession of our daughter. He awaits your acknowledgment. Now, Carlo, I must go. Hopefully we