All the luxury and intrigue of housesitting Lucky Luciano’s suite at the Waldorf Astoria, the toniest perch in the Big Apple. We’re talking sour cherry Persian rugs and clandestine cranberry-loaded pistols. Mineral marble art deco arches. A rosemary-keyed baby grand and roasted red pepper rap sheets and hand-pressed pipe tobacco. When you finally crack the safe, it’s not stacks of C-notes, or savory steel bean-shooters, but Lucky’s well-worn ballet slippers. Stash them in your trench coat, steal away into the night, and leave the boss and his wiseguys none the wiser.
