Salvatore Riina had turned the Sicilian Mafia on its head through his ambitious plan to create a new and more aggressive version of the honored society. A murder of venomous crows, his men flew through Sicily like sand through a sieve, killing their enemies and political targets with the efficiency of jackhammer’s working on roads made of egg custard, and yet for all the people they killed, and the agony and despair they created, all it ultimately achieved for Riina was a ten by eight concrete cell, in some miserable prison, where he will live out the rest of his
