As luck would have it, a couple of Frank’s old acquaintances were in the prison at the same time. They were none other than ex-cop Tom Durso and his buddy Mike Gargano. They’d been convicted of killing a drug dealer they were shaking down and sentenced to a couple of hundred years each. Gargano wasn’t a bad guy inside and Frank gave him a pass. But Durso was a real asshole. One day Frank saw him walking down a corridor; nobody else was around and security cameras were not yet in use. Frank picked up a stool and waited for Durso to pass his hiding place.
The former tormentor of Chicago’s thieves never knew what hit him. As the stool crashed into Durso’s skull he fell to the floor in a fetal position. Frank stood over his victim screaming at him. “Do you remember me you cocksucker? Do you remember me now? This time we’re on equal terms, you piece of shit.”
Durso spent some time in the hospital, but he didn’t identify Frank as his assailant. Neither did he attempt to retaliate. If anything happened to Frank the Blackstone Rangers would have killed him, and Durso knew it.