In the world of organized crime the bosses grab the headlines, as
the names Capone, Gotti, Bonnano, Cotroni and Rizzuto attest. But a
crime family has many working parts and the young mobster known as
The Weasel was the epitome of a crucial, invisible cog-the soldier,
the muscle, the driver, the gopher.
By a quirk of fate, Marvin Elkind-later The Weasel-was placed in
the foster home of a tough gangster family, immersing him from the
age of nine in a daring world of con men, cheats, bootleggers, loan
sharks, bank robbers, leg breakers and Mafia bosses. During a
Golden Age of underworld life in New York, Detroit and across
Canada, The Weasel found himself working with a surprising cast of
colourful characters. He befriended powerful gangsters by smuggling
bottles of Scotch to their tables as a waiter at New York''s famed
Copacabana; he was pushed to be Jimmy Hoffa''s chauffeur.
But his disenchantment with the broken promises of mob life
brought him into another fraternity, one offering the same
adrenaline rush, danger and dark comedy he craved. After a
startling confrontation, he was embraced by law enforcement, and a
cop with a reputation for results. Now a career informant, The
Weasel learned he was a far better fink than he ever was a
With his impeccable gangland pedigree, enormous girth, cold
stare and sausage-like fingers adorned with chunky rings, no one
questioned The Weasel''s loyalty. The backroom doors were flung
open and The Weasel slipped in, bringing undercover cops with him.
For case after case over two decades, he worked for the FBI, U.S.
Customs, Scotland Yard, RCMP, Ontario Provincial Police and other
law enforcement agencies on three continents, trapping and
betraying mobsters, mercenaries, spies, drug traffickers,
pornographers, union fat cats and corrupt politicians.
With unflinching honesty, The Weasel and many of the undercover
officers he worked with revealed their successes and failures to
award-winning crime reporter and best-selling author Adrian
The Weasel is the riveting chronicle of a unique and engaging
figure who lived a most dangerous and rare experience.
It is a story that was never supposed to be told.
"I started small in the mob and stayed small," says Marvin
Elkind, a man known as The Weasel."My problem was that I typecast
myself. I never wanted to be a boss but I wanted to do something
more. I wanted it very badly. When they said no, I accepted it too
easily. They looked at me as the same muscle I was when I was a
kid. It showed the lack of respect the mob had for me."
But The Weasel would show them just how talented he was.