Mackin’s smile disappeared.
“They always go right with me, Spotter.”
“Sure they do, Reds. I ain’t questionin’ you. You’re a smooth guy. I know that. Smooth as they make ‘em.
“I ain’t never known you to get in no trouble. All you do is legit. But I didn’t expect to see you back here for another month, anyway.”
“Listen, Spotter.” “Reds” Mackin’s voice was low, and emphatic. “I’ve got a — well, I’ve got nothing; but I know of somebody that’s got a job to be done. There’s dough in it. Quick work. Pretty safe, too. But it means that one fellow’s got to croak.”
Spotter nodded.
“I get the idea, Reds.”
“Wait!” Reds gestured as he spoke. “I don’t have to come to you to find the man that’s needed. There’s plenty of them out in Chi. But this wants to be done right. It needs the right man.”
“If there’s dough in it,” said Spotter, “there’s plenty that will do it.”
“Not the way it’s got to be done. The man must have three things.”