Larry Noodles Ordering Hits From His Prison Cell

Larry Noodles Ordering Hits From His Prison Cell

I was incarcerated for less than a month when I received a phone call from the outside.  One cannot just make a phone call to prison and ask to speak with an inmate.  The blueboyz won’t take calls, they are not the inmates’ secretaries.  Even attorneys have a difficult time speaking with an inmate. If you want to contact an inmate you can send a message to the inmate on the prison email messaging system.  Once your name and email are approved you can contact the inmate via email.  Each email gets copied by the Federal government.  Each email takes about three hours to reach the inmate.  The inmate is charged about three dollars an hour to use the email system.  Each inmate has a limit of 25 email contacts.  An inmate can then call you on the pay phone after he reads your email, assuming he has enough minutes left on his account.  Inmates are limited to three hundred minutes a month, which works out to about a ten minute phone call per day.  Each phone call costs about ten cents a minute.

Someone called the head blueboy in charge of the prison camp and asked to speak with me.  It wasn’t my lawyer.  My lawyer never called me in prison.  He never called me when my case was pending. He lost my character letters, but he said they didn’t matter anyway, character letters were merely “window dressing.”

The Head Blueboy of the camp, Officer Scalboni, called me into his office and said he had someone on hold.  In the office were a few blueboyz and some inmates hanging out.  Inmates who hang out with Scalboni try to curry favor with him, which usually never works.

Officer Scalboni said that I had a telephone call and the caller was on hold.  I was surprised.  Who would be calling me?  And why was the head blueboy calling me into his office in front of all these guys?

Officer Scalboni said that a police officer from the State of Connecticut was on the line.  He said the officer wanted to talk to me about a murder investigation.  The entire room went silent.  All the guys stared at me.  Murder??  I had nothing to do with a murder, I was locked up for mortgage fraud.  I didn’t murder anyone.

I got on the phone.  The officer on the phone said he was investigating the murder of Barbara Beach Hamburg.  He believed the murder was committed by one of my former clients, a guy by the name of Jeffrey Hamburg, the ex-husband of Barbara Beach Hamburg.  I told the officer I knew nothing about the murder of Hamburg’s ex-wife.  The police had a theory that Hamburg murdered his ex-wife in order to get out of a large alimony bill he was paying each month.  Alimony payments terminate upon the death of the ex-spouse.  On the morning of the murder Hamburg was in the New Haven courthouse.  He could have killed Barbara in Madison and then quickly drove to the New Haven courthouse in rush hour traffic.  The problem with this theory is that the victim was chased outside, tackled and then repeatedly stabbed with a knife.  I would think the victim would have put up a fight and left a few bruises on the perpetrator.

The officers wanted to come to prison and speak with me about the murder.  I told the officers that they could visit me in prison but I had no information to share with them.  Even if I had information the information would have been protected by the disbarred attorney-client privilege.  The officer insisted on coming to the prison and speaking with me.  He asked about my availability.  I told him that my calendar looked pretty empty, I didn’t have any appointments scheduled and he could meet me anytime.

A week later a police cruiser from the Town of Madison showed up with a few officers.  The prison blueboyz cleared out the visitors room and left me alone with the officers.  I once again told them they were wasting their time.  I asked them if they wanted to say hi to a former police officer from the City of Waterbury who was locked up with me.  An ex-cop who got caught up in a political corruption case involving Connecticut Speaker of the House Christopher Donovan.  They said they were not here on a social visit.

The blueboyz from Madison asked me a lot of questions that I couldn’t answer.  I was only Hamburg’s bankruptcy attorney, not his criminal lawyer.  Hamburg was represented by high profile criminal defense attorney Hugh Keefe. I filed a chapter 7 bankruptcy petition for Hamburg.  All I did was kill off his unsecured creditors. I told the blueboyz to ask Hugh Keefe about the murder.

Eventually they decided to leave. I was hoping they would take me out for a slice of pizza, but they were all business.  They got back in their police cruiser and drove away.  After they left, my street cred in the prison went sky high.  I wasn’t just one of the many mortgage fraud attorneys locked up in Otisville.  Now I was involved in a murder investigation. I was ordering hits from my prison cell.

But a few guys thought I was a “rat.”  They thought I was talking to the Feds in the visitors room.  I asked them whether they noticed that the police car that pulled up to the prison had the words “Town of Madison” painted on the side.  How do you mix up the Town of Madison with the FBI?  Some of the more hard core inmates came to my defense.  They said that the Feds take rats off site in order to conduct interviews.  They said the Feds don’t conduct investigations in the visitors room of the Otisville prison camp.

But some Russians inmates still thought I was a rat.  I guess they couldn’t read the badge in English on the officer that said “Town of Madison.”  Another guy, “Neighborhood Mitch”, the resident mobster of the prison, accused me of being a rat.   He once told me not to read any of the mob books in the prison library, because they were all written by rats.

Neighborhood Mitch was a bookie for the Gambino crime family in lower Fairfield County, Connecticut.  He went around collecting gambling debts for the Gambinos.  But unfortunately for Neighborhood Mitch, the Gambinos were infiltrated by a high ranking capo by the name of Nicholas “Nicki Skins” Stefanelli.  Nicki Skins and his son Nicki Jr. were ratted out by a businessman named Joseph Rossi, who was cooperating with the Feds to save his own skin.  The Feds gave Nicki Skins an offer he couldn’t refuse.  They said they would let his son off the hook if he wore a wire.  Nicki Skins went undercover and recorded conversations with high ranking mobsters with such names as James “Jimmy Boy” Dellaratta, Joseph “Skinny Joey” Merlino, Joseph “Uncle Joe” Ligambi, and Luigi “Baby Shacks” Manocchi.  The recorded conversations led to the indictment of numerous mobsters.  Some mobsters decided to fight the Feds and go to trial.  The Feds needed Nicki Skins to testify at the trials.  Nicki Skins had other plans.  Nicki Skins went to a funeral parlor and paid in advance for his own funeral.  He then proceeded to put a bullet into the head of the guy who ratted him out, Joseph Rossi, and then a bullet into his own head.


2 thoughts on “Larry Noodles Ordering Hits From His Prison Cell

  1. Hello Larry,
    I’m a docmentarian looking to start inquiry into the Hamburg case. Any information you could possible provide would be extremely greatful. I understand you were his lawyer when it came to his bankruptcy. While I understand you can’t talk about anything that would breach client privilege, I was wondering if I could possibly have an insight as to when you met him and other theories you may have about the case. You seem to make a case that I would have been impossible for him to beat traffic and make the court house. Any information would be extremely helpful.

    Thanks,
    Jules Desautels

    1. I can’t see how he could have killed her and not left a trace of DNA evidence at the scene or in his car, and made it back to the Courthouse. Maybe OJ killed her while he was on a prison furlough. Drop me an email anytime

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