John Genara had acted with his comrade. He was facing Mike Borrango. It was his job to cover the enforcer; then swing on Savoli, the instant that he was sure Mike Borrango was incapable of action.
The Homicide Twins wanted Borrango as their man; but Genara was ready to kill the enforcer if he appeared dangerous. He had expected Mike Borrango to throw up his hands, which were hanging idly at his sides.
But Genara never learned exactly how Mike Borrango responded. For other shots were fired, a split second after those discharged by Nick Savoli.
The volley came from an opening in the bookcase; the shots, fired from close range, found their target in Genara’s head. He joined his companion, Anelmo, on the floor.
NICK SAVOLI did not arise as Steve Cronin emerged from the hiding place where Borrango had put him before the arrival of the Homicide Twins. The big shot gazed thoughtfully at the bodies.
He regretted the loss of Anelmo and Genara, not because of friendship, but because they had been capable killers. The first law of the underworld was death to traitors. The Homicide Twins had attempted a double cross. They had received their just reward.
“We could use Monk Thurman, now,” observed Borrango philosophically.
“Too late,” replied Savoli.
“Yes,” said Borrango. “It is after twelve o’clock. Larrigan is already — ” He paused, because of the presence of Steve Cronin.
“Joe le Blanc was right,” observed Cronin.