By eluding  the police for so long, Davis  became an urban folk hero. As cops led him out of his last hideout, residents leaned  out their windows, cheering, “Lar-ry, Lar-ry.”
      It was  Flack’s misfortune to prosecute, and ultimately lose, the case against Davis in  the shooting of those six officers. 
       At trial, Flack  maintained the police had raided Davis’  sister’s apartment to question Davis  about the killing of four drug dealers, one of whom was fatally shot while taking  a bath. 
       Davis was also tried and  acquitted of those four killings. 
       In that  trial, Davis’ attorneys,  William M. Kunstler and Lynne F. Stewart [yes, the same Lynne Stewart who  pleaded guilty to aiding terrorists by smuggling messages of violence from a  jailed radical Egyptian cleric] argued that the police had framed Davis, but  offered no evidence to support this. 
       Guess who  the prosecutor was? That’s right. Bill Flack. 
       Then came  the cop-shooting trial. In that one, Kunstler and Stewart claimed that the police  had staged the raid on Davis’  sister’s apartment to murder him because of his involvement with corrupt cops.  Again, they again offered no proof. 
       Flack shouted and flapped his arms like a bird  unable to fly while a jury acquitted Davis  of the most serious charge of attempted murder, finding him guilty only of  weapons possession. 
       Not until  1991, under current District Attorney Robert Johnson, was Davis convicted of murdering yet another drug  dealer and sentenced to 30 years to life in prison. 
       Your Humble  Servant has reason to remember that trial because, right after the verdict,  Davis’ attorney Michael Warren shouted in the courtroom, “Are you satisfied now,  Lenny, you low-life, you dog, you scoundrel!” 
       He was  apparently referring to my Newsday article about Davis and a female IRS agent, suspected of slipping  him the home addresses of judges, detectives and prosecutors during a prison  visit. 
       As for  Flack, when this reporter visited the Armento trial two days after his opening,  the Outrageous One seemed restrained. 
       He no  longer looked like a wild man. He’d grown a thin beard and a mustache. His suit  jacket was neatly buttoned. And he never raised his voice. 
       Painful as  it may be, maybe the News should cut the former prosecutor some slack for  vigorously defending his client. 
      
          Mayor Mike’s Payoff. We’ve said it  before and will say it again. No politician is irreplaceable. Even the mayor of  New York City.  Especially the mayor of New York City. 
       When,  after 9/11, Rudy Giuliani offered himself as the only person able to lead the  city and asked New Yorkers for an extra three months in office, former Mayor Ed  Koch said that Giuliani he cared about the city so much he should stay on — as  an assistant to the new mayor. 
       Now with  Michael Bloomberg literally paying off city council members to allow him to run  for a third term, we’ll make Koch’s argument [while acknowledging that Koch  supports Bloomberg’s third term.] 
       If  Bloomberg cares so much about the city, let him stay on as an assistant to the  new mayor.