IF THE souls of a legion of wiseguys ever got to the great godfather in the sky, then their remains on Earth must be somersaulting in their graves in judgment of Gregory Scarpa.
Linda Schiro, the ultimate mob moll, yesterday told of dozens of meetings between Scarpa and FBI Agent Lindley DeVecchio at which she had a front-row seat.
Could you imagine for a nanosecond someone like John Gotti talking to an alleged rogue FBI agent in front of wife Victoria?
It was amazing this man, who left bodies around Brooklyn like confetti after an Italian wedding, died before someone could blow him away.
Now here is a man who killed a young woman, Mary Bari, then joked that a dog had found her severed ear.
Consider an average wiseguy like the late Joe Colombo capping a young woman then joking about it. Just freakin’ unthinkable.
Schiro, 62 and still boasting a killer body, waxed eloquent about how very generous Scarpa was with money and jewelry he allegedly gave to DeVecchio for his mother, his wife and his daughter.
At the height of the craze, she alleged Scarpa even gave DeVecchio one of the most elusive presents on the market – a Cabbage Patch doll.
Of course, the moment of this trial of murder and treachery that will go down in the mob history books was when she talked about her love life with Greg Scarpa – and one of his flunkies.
“I just told Greg that there’s this really nice delivery boy, and, you know, we had this relationship that, whatever, made me happy, you know? And I told him I’d like to go to bed with Larry [Mazza, a hit man].”
Scarpa approved, she said.
While all mob guys have their goumadas, anyone who even suggested the nearest touch of a mob guy’s wife would be getting on an express train to oblivion.
Mob hall of fame for Scarpa? Not on your life.