The past three days had left their mark on him. His fat face sagged and there were grey-blue bags under his eyes. He had realized the danger the organization was in, and his shrewd brain had worked ceaselessly for a legal way out, but there was no legal way out. There was only one way to stop those two from giving evidence that would upset his future kingdom. They must be silenced, and silenced for good.
Too late, he realized that Seigel was a broken reed, that Seigel’s thugs were brainless killers who would never get near those two now Forest was alerted. He had finally taken a decision that hurt his pride and weakened his position. He had reported to the Syndicate, admitted he couldn’t handle the situation and had asked for help.
“Waiting?” Seigel snarled, coming over to sit in an armchMr. “Waiting for what?”
Gollowitz glanced at his wrist-watch.
“I’m waiting for Ferrari. He should be here any minute.”
Seigel scowled.
“Ferrari? Who’s Ferrari?”
“Vito Ferrari,” Gollowitz said.
Seigel stiffened. His big hands closed over the arms of his chair until his knuckles stood out white and bony. His tanned face went blotchy, turning red, then white, and he half started out of his chair.
“Vito Ferrari? He’s not coming here, is he?”