“Yes,” said Borrango. “But where’s the other guy — Nails Pietro? They were talking to him, weren’t they?”
“Forget Pietro!” said Savoli briskly. “He was probably going to help them in a getaway. Let’s get rid of ‘em.”
Another episode had been added to the annals of gangland’s killings. Two more gentlemen of the rod had gone their way. To Nick Savoli and Mike Borrango, it was just one more instance of a futile attempt to double-cross the big shot.
CHAPTER XXV
LARRIGAN SWEARS VENGEANCE
MIKE LARRIGAN was ready for action. In the security of his hideout, he impatiently awaited the hour of one.
A good fellow, Nick, thought Larrigan, as he prepared to leave his hideout. The big shot left nothing to chance.
Monk Thurman would be waiting on the spot. More than that, Larrigan, in the car manned by Machine-gun McGinnis, would approach his enemy in the guise of a friend.
It was a good idea to have McGinnis along. Larrigan knew the machine-gun master, and he realized that the presence of McGinnis in the car would spell certain doom for Monk Thurman.
Everything was properly planned. Larrigan climbed into his big sedan, and started out for Cicero. Larrigan did not know just where Monk would be; McGinnis would be informed as to that detail. But at one o’clock, the slayer of Larrigan’s lieutenants would embark upon a voyage into the unknown realm of departed gangsters.