“You’re in with Nick, here,” continued Larrigan. “He’s a friend of mine, too. Is that right?”
Borrango’s second nod was more emphatic, than the first.
“All right,” declared Larrigan. He turned to Savoli. “I’m going to talk plain to you, Nick. Why were Schultz and Spirak bumped off? What do you know about it?”
The big shot shrugged his shoulders.
“I was very sorry to hear of that,” he said. He looked to Borrango for corroboration, and the enforcer nodded. “Very sorry,” added Savoli. “I have sent flowers — many flowers. It is too bad. It is just the kind of thing I do not like to see.”
“Flowers don’t mean nothing, Nick,” blurted Larrigan. “You sent flowers and a big wreath. They all do that. Sometimes the biggest wreath comes from the guy that did the bumping off.
“Now, I know who bumped off those two boys. It was Monk Thurman. But who was Monk working for?”
“Maybe he was working for himself,” suggested Borrango.
“Maybe,” replied Mike Larrigan doubtfully, “and maybe not. It don’t look right to me, Borrango. That’s why I came here.
“You said that if I had anything to squawk about, come to see you. I’m here, and I’m squawking!”