He climbed into the taxi and gave Franky’s address. He had to pick Maltz up, although by now Franky’s wouldn’t be safe. During the drive he took out his wallet and counted the amount of money he had on him.
He’d got just over two hundred dollars. When he thought that he could put his hands on nearly a million dollars if he could only get back to the hotel, he shivered with rage and frustration. He’d got to get that money, even if he raided the hotel and took it at the point of a gun.
He paid off the taxi at Franky’s and, holding the butt of his gun, walked in.
Maltz, Little Joe and Lefty came across the lobby as soon as they saw him.
“You got a car?” he snapped.
Lefty nodded. “At the back.”
“Then let’s get out of here,” Raven said.
They went through Franky’s place and got in the car. “Where to, boss?” Lefty asked.
“Drive around. I want to talk,” Raven returned, lighting a cigarette. “Just keep moving.”
The car swung away from the kerb.