It aint gonna be an accident. They’ll clip him right out on the street so everybody gets to see what happens to rats.
They're not gonna do squat. High profile hits are more trouble than they're worth and the New York mob is a pale shadow of its former self. More heat is the last thing they need. As for never forgetting a snitch, Henry Hill was living openly, running a catering business and signing books. He said that they could have gotten him any time, but they just didn't care. They' might kill you if you're gonna talk, but once you've talked there's little point. And if they were gonna kill everyone who talked, they'd obliterate themselves. They all talk these days. It's why they're falling apart.