“Nick Savoli, of course. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of him?”
HARRY had heard of Nick Savoli, the gangster whose fame had long since reached New York. He knew that Nick Savoli held the strings that governed the great majority of Chicago gangs.
“Nick will have his man here tonight,” went on Le Blanc. “Ready for the collection, after the dough has been taken in.”
“Does he ever come himself?”
“Who? Nick? I should say not! Sometimes he sends Mike Borrango, though. He’s the big enforcement man for Savoli. Keeps things moving when Nick’s out of town.
“But it’s most likely to be Al Vacchi. He comes here right along, and he brings a couple of gorillas with him.”
Le Blanc paused to lean against the rail of the balcony while he carefully inspected two men who had just entered. Then he added a further explanation.
“Here’s the way it goes,” he said. “Nick Savoli runs most everything in this town. He uses Mike Borrango as an enforcer. Al Vacchi is a fix-up man, who smoothes over troubles when they arise. That makes him a good man for collecting here, because he knows all of them, and keeps on good terms.
“Then there’s a bunch of men who have their own gangs, and their own territories. Most of them are in the booze racket. Mike Varona, Casey O’Rourke, Bingo McGurk, and others.
“They keep in with the big shot. They know enough not to battle among themselves.