“Let’s go there and celebrate. I want to meet him.”
Borg and Faber were sitting in a big closed car outside the little gate. Beery was in the tonneau.
Kells said: “I thought you were going home.”
“Oh, what the hell — I’d just as well come along and see the fireworks — if any.” Beery sighed.
Kells and Gilroy got in beside him. Kells leaned forward, spoke to Borg: “Gilroy, here, has had some scare letters. We’re going to take care of him for a few days.”
Borg said: “Sure.”
Gilroy told them how to get to Sheedy’s place. Kells watched through the rear window but couldn’t spot anyone following them. Traffic was heavy. They went down Sixteenth to Central Avenue, turned south.
The rear entrance to Sheedy’s Bronx Club was tricky. They left the car in a parking station, went down a narrow passageway between two-buildings. Gilroy knocked at a door in the side of the passageway; it was opened and they went downstairs, through a large kitchen, into a short hallway.
Gilroy said: “There’s a front way in, but this is the best because we want a private room” — he looked at Kells for confirmation — “don’t we?”
Kells nodded.