“Antonio looked down, silent, as Shillitoni kept talking. There he was, among cold-blooded killers, talking to a gangster. A much different picture than a year prior. “Can’t trust priests, can’t trust cops either. Can’t trust nobody! Whaddaya say?” “I am not like you,” Antonio said. “I’m not like them, either. That’s what I say. I am not a cold-blooded killer!” “Ya killed, you a killa! There’s not’ng more to it!” Shillitoni said.”
Book:Antonio's Will