Steve Cronin nodded. He knew that Georgie Sommers was an alibi man, but he had never yet been sent to the man’s place.
Sommers ran a small cigar store, where gangsters frequently dropped in to park their guns when they were entering the Loop. There were times when gunmen went without guns, yet wanted their automatics when they were in a hurry.
“Will McGinnis be there, too?” questioned Cronin.
“Do not worry about McGinnis,” replied Borrango. “Just tell Sommers you want to play cards upstairs. He will know what you mean.
“He will show you out the back way. Cover your tracks from there on, until you get to Hallahan’s garage. You will find a big touring car there. Get in it. Take orders from McGinnis.”
“O.K., Mike.”
“Afterward, go back to Sommers. He will introduce you to a young lady whom you may have met before. Go to a night club with her. That will give you a double alibi.”
“O.K. I go back into Sommers’ place the same way he lets me out.”
“Certainly.”
SILENCE followed. Steve Cronin looked questioningly at both Savoli and Borrango. The king of gangsters was staring at him, as though still unconvinced that he had chosen the right man. The enforcer counteracted his chief’s critical glance by a slight smile of approval.