“So you frame it nice. All set to knock off one of the Brooks vans. Slug the driver and the van man. Make them quit, and scare the rest of them. Start the dough coming in again. Simple, ain’t it?”
“Simple is right,” replied Waldron. “And let me tell you something, tough guy! Those van men are unionized, and I’ve been chiseling in on their outfit.
“They think a lot of their hides, those guys, and with one reason to walk out on Brooks, they’d do it! That’s why I told you to have the gorillas slug them. Did they do it?”
“They started to, but—”
“But what?” Tim Waldron’s growl was as emphatic as that of his visitor.
“Some guy butted in and smeared the job!” replied Shires.
“How many guys?” quizzed Waldron incredulously.
“One guy!”
“And you had your mob there?”
“Yeah! But this guy sneaked up on us. Had a gun with a silencer. Clipped the whole mob — all but me.”