Both "ecstasy" and "Sammy the Bull" Gravano came to Phoenix the same way: by stealth. But when they met, in the darker corners of this sprawling, newly built city, the result was explosive. Gravano arrived under the pseudonym Jimmy Moran, placed in secrecy by the federal witness-protection program. The former underboss of New York City's Gambino crime family and a hit man responsible for 19 murders, Gravano became the government's most important witness against the Mob. His testimony put 37 top-level mobsters behind bars and earned him a $1 million price on his head. Flush with money from book and TV deals, he was starting a new life as a businessman far from his old Brooklyn haunts. He bought an eight-bedroom, 4,399-sq.-ft. home with stables, a three-car garage and a pool complete with waterfall, plus a separate apartment. He set up legitimate businesses: an Italian restaurant and a small pool-construction company with brand-new trucks and heavy equipment.
Ecstasy came to Phoenix just as quietly. It came in small bags brought by friends to share at secretive, insular clubs around the city. It was nothing big, just something that like-minded friends would pass among themselves while dancing away weekends. "We didn't even know it was here," said a Phoenix narcotics cop. "It is not a 911 drug. Parents would drop their kids off at clubs thinking everything was O.K. because they didn't serve alcohol."
But the secrets could not be contained. About two years ago, the rave scene in Phoenix began to grow. "It used to be everyone that showed up dressed alike and thought alike. Everyone knew each other. It was sort of a New Age hippie thing. Very cool, very mellow. No problems," says an already nostalgic twentysomething local. "Then it just started to grow. People from the university would show up. Jocks would be there. It was, like, everybody was doing it." As word of the raves spread, police began to hear that a new drug scene was sweeping the city.
Last year Gravano's life in the slow lane sputtered. His identity, never a big secret, was disclosed by a local paper. The construction business, according to police, was far less successful than Gravano had hoped. But as Gravano whiled away the hours in the small brown office of Marathon Development--the same name he once used for a front company in New York--a new opportunity presented itself. Among the employees he had hired was an old acquaintance from New York, Michael Papa, a close friend of Gravano's son Gerard. By this time, Gravano was no longer trying to conceal who he was. In fact, he reveled in the notoriety. In cafes and restaurants, he would talk to whoever would listen about the Mafia and the murders, gaining him a small but loyal following of young, rapt local kids to whom he offered advice and sometimes friendship.
Of all the acolytes, Papa, 23, was the most like Sammy the Bull. Like Gravano, Papa was the swaggering leader of his own gang of young Arizona toughs. According to police, Papa was one of the founding members of a group that went by various names-- Hitler's Youth, White Power or Devil Dogs--purportedly a racist high school gang that terrorized the Phoenix suburb of Gilbert. In truth, police sources say, the gang was really a steroid-laced football team that went bad from lack of direction. "They were bad, but they weren't racist. Hell, there were even black members," says a police source.