Other mobs worked in haphazard fashion. Savoli’s organization was compact. Every event of consequence was reported to headquarters.
Savoli announced a reapportionment of territories; some to be governed by commanders of larger districts, until new appointees could be named.
This was a big day for such henchmen as Machine-gun McGinnis, Brodie, and Steve Cronin. They were advanced to lieutenancies, as a reward for their recent endeavors.
ALL were intent upon the plans; so intent, in fact, that a new arrival entered the room unannounced. The first sign of his presence was his voice.
Nick Savoli looked up. For once the big shot expressed surprise. Monk Thurman stood before him. The man seemed friendly. Borrango took charge.
“Hello, Monk!” Savoli exclaimed. “Where have you been? We have been looking for you?”
“I’ve been out of town,” responded Monk. “Larrigan’s mob was after me — that’s why I didn’t have a chance to go with McGinnis that night. I hopped out in a hurry. I just came back. Hear you’ve been having some big times while I’ve been gone.”
“We needed you,” said Savoli.
“Yeah? Perhaps you can use me now.”
“We can.”