

The Gambinos, through their lawyers, contended that the long-established system not only was not coercive but worked to the benefit of many small entrepreneurs. Under the plea bargain, they were spared jail in exchange for a $12 million fine, an agreement to cease anti-competitive practices and to get out of the segment of the business they had long controlled - the trucking of shipments from the Seventh Avenue manufacturers to and from the sewing shops where the garments are actually produced.
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Last February, the 62-year old Gambino and his 55-year-old brother, Joseph, facing extortion and enterprise-corruption charges in State Supreme Court in Manhattan, had interrupted their trial to plead guilty to a single felony count of illegally restraining trade. The Gambino boss since 1985 had been John Gotti, who would be sentenced the next day to life in prison for murder and racketeering. According to Federal and state prosecutors who often pasted his photo on charts of the underworld, Gambino was also a caporegime, one of 21 crew chiefs, or captains, in the Mafia family that bore his name and that law-enforcement officials generally regard as the largest and most potent Mafia clan in the nation. Gambino, was the president of his company, Consolidated Carriers Corporation, the largest and most influential trucker in the garment center. Their host upstairs at the warehouse, Thomas F. and one of the firm's managing directors. McGillion, a former First Deputy Police Commissioner who was Kroll's director of communications, and Michael Slattery, a former agent of the F.B.I. President of Kroll Associates, one of the nation's most sought-after private investigative firms, he was accompanied by Alice T. McGuire, a former Federal prosecutor and New York City Police Commissioner. One of the visitors - tall, gaunt and impeccably tailored - was Robert J.

Stepping out into a maelstrom of rolling racks of dresses and hampers piled with cutwork and piece goods, the three passengers made their way across the busy sidewalk and into the maw of a trucking warehouse. ON A COOL MORNING IN JUNE, AS TRUCKS CHURNED through the parked-up side streets of New York City's garment district, a taxicab pulled to a stop on West 35th Street, across from Macy's.
