“I’m no lawyer, so I don’t know who does what, but I want this Protective Association junked and I want those murderers arrested. Today.”
“Some of these matters lie outside the province of this office, but I can and will take initiatory steps. No one will be harmed, I assure you.”
Apparently satisfied, Tommie left the D. A.’s office, but Nadine did not leave the D. A.’s mind. This was what the Blaster was after!
Sure enough, as soon as Tommie was out of sight, the official dashed into his private office and called Number One.
“One, they hung an ear on you last night!” he exclaimed, as soon as connection was made. “How come you didn’t. . . .”
“Horsefeathers!” the gangster snarled. “Who d’ya think you’re kidding?”
“But they did! I’ve got a copy of it right here.”
“Play it!”
The tape was played, and it was very clear that it was in no Tomingan’s voice.
“No, it wasn’t an ear,” the D. A. admitted.