“Such as Monk Thurman. That’s why I’m glad you tipped me off. I heard that Monk was through in New York. The West Side gang was out to get him. Well, he’s made a mistake if he’s come to Chicago.”
“I don’t know about that, Steve. Savoli wants him, that’s a good start for him.”
“Well, I hope Savoli don’t find him. That gives me an idea, Joe. Suppose, before Savoli or Borrango find Monk Thurman, Schultz and Spirak get ahold of him. Where will Monk Thurman be then?”
“Out in a ditch, full of lead.”
“Correct. Then he won’t be any use to Savoli.”
“I get you, Steve.”
“Right, Joe. If you locate Monk, just pass the word along to Larrigan’s gang. Then it will be curtains for this tough gorilla from New York.”
Joe le Blanc nodded his head as he looked shrewdly toward his companion. He knew that he could profit greatly by aligning himself with Nick Savoli’s henchmen. He had chosen Steve Cronin as the first one to approach, chiefly because Cronin was advancing rapidly in the employ of the big shot.
STEVE CRONIN had come to Chicago a few months before. He was wanted in New York, and he kept away from the East. Under the protection of Nick Savoli, he had developed into a notorious gunman.
Cronin was famed for his nerve. He had displayed it often in the past, when working in his own interests. Now, as Savoli’s man, he had reached a high place in Chicago gangdom. It was rumored that he was slated to become Nick Savoli’s personal bodyguard.